Born Sacrifice Poem by gary morgan
Born Sacrifice
the fire rises
the pain grows
the clouds shadow us
as he kills me slow
he comes and goes
just as he please
made to be a man
just to fall on my knees
i am alive
but my heart does not beat
seems i always find the chair
without the seat
feels as if
i am a sacrifice
you kill my flesh
my soul is sent to christ
little boy forced
to grow up a early
straight out the whom
no chance to get dirty
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