A sroty of a boy who was beaten well more like a story from his death
Until the darkness ceases to end
all that begins
shall end again...
in a solem line they now stand
morning the death of a once life full man
but yet none of them
friends and foes
well never know the truth his grave beholds
within this cofin lies the truth
of beat of rape of hurtful abuse
and this one little boy,
all he wanted was to fit in
but never again...
never again
here in the rain outside his window I'll wait
but never again shall i see his face
because of a step father who simply didnt care
and a blood father that promised he'd always be there
and in his final moments
we all heard him called out his plea for life
but the boy never said a word
and it was all ended that night...
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lust, greed, glutony, and sloth these are four of the seven deadly sins yet quiet a few people fill these emotions daily and over half of the people that do fill it give in.