Sits a lake in the north
full of dead children.
The children of children
robbed of a childhood
“like a bad tummy ache” blood spurts to the floor, the perfect girl born
and though she was brought into a world of evil, a place no child deserves to be in,
She was loved by her mother.
And so on that boat stands dead children.
Though they may be breathing, heart beating,
Their eyes are not. The horrors upon them sit heavy on their souls
And below, lay their children to rest.
Dismembered, and dishonored.
I do not know where the dead children live now, but I do know
where their father lies.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 7:21 AM UTC
Sits a lake in the north
full of dead children.
The children of children
robbed of a childhood
“like a bad tummy ache” blood spurts to the floor, the perfect girl born
and though she was brought into a world of evil, a place no child deserves to be in,
She was loved by her mother.
And so on that boat stands dead children.
Though they may be breathing, heart beating,
Their eyes are not. The horrors upon them sit heavy on their souls
And below, lay their children to rest.
Dismembered, and dishonored.
I do not know where the dead children live now, but I do know
where their father lies.
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