there was arching in my chest
and the edges were rounded and vermillion red
these lungs were working perfectly fine
until you decided that this was the end
you were my sire and my grandsire
there is pain and then there is this pain
more questions than you have answers for
not even a word for this kind of shame
bones have long caged this heart
even before it knew what to defend against
they say there is light at the end of the tunnel
but all I see is a paradox instead
my first and last breath are one and the same
you can ask for absolution but it is both too soon and too late
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there was arching in my chest
and the edges were rounded and vermillion red
these lungs were working perfectly fine
until you decided that this was the end
you were my sire and my grandsire
there is pain and then there is this pain
more questions than you have answers for
not even a word for this kind of shame
bones have long caged this heart
even before it knew what to defend against
they say there is light at the end of the tunnel
but all I see is a paradox instead
my first and last breath are one and the same
you can ask for absolution but it is both too soon and too late
People v. Morales, G.R. No. L-44096, April 20, 1983
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