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She shed her innocence so young,

When most still have their childish fun.

It vanished with a loaded gun,

Whos owner liked his playthings young.



This sin begot an angel's birth,

But children often discount worth.

At such an age there's naught but mirth,

But not this day, not at this birth.



When weight this size topples the scale,

All mother's die and mourn and wail.

All sisters and brothers cry and pale,

All father's seize means to even the scale.



A birth for a death matches blood for a tear,

When perversion of youth leads to madness and fear.

When the madness ensues from a father's crazed leer,

Another one's father claims restitution for a tear.



The circle has finished, there's no more to see.

But the lesson is there, the price far from free.

A parents own sins which may once have been spree,

Can relive in their children, that much you must see.