A new born
Spitting image of her antecedent
Bright as fluorescent
Deleterious piercing eyes
Picture her return sybaritic déjà vu
perhaps misconstrued
The real ale she brewed
for lemonade
Time to stew in your juice
Sacrilegious superstitions
can't be true
'Karma'
through the crucible of autistic reincarnation
Ballistics can't forge solution
failed to reckon
Change in time affects the moment
Embrace the child exorcise the torment
The entire gamut non be spared
When the center can't hold
Hope is dead
Step out our homes muffled ears
Written on children hungry and bare
On the farrows of people walking hare
voices from distance drawing near
half child half evil beware
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