The death of an innocent child,
The agony heartbreaking vile.
A life to never be compared,
Left behind, thus she feared.
Twas the fatal hold on his heart,
The blood to the brain had part.
Full of suicidal depression,
Praying doubtfully soon for regression.
For her death was timeless to come,
Taken by her belly full of rum.
She gave her life away.
Though soon will realize how she'll pay.
With Heaven taken her son,
Her Hell has soon begun.
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