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Apr 2015
How can it be, I said
As I laid and stared
Why me I asked God
I always prayed so hard
Why did this happen
What have I done
I never sinned or pinned
I was never out of line
All I did was obeyed
Why did you spare me
I should of just died
I remember still now
Many years later
The scar on his cheek
the smell of his odour
The bang against my head
Nothing but a faded scar
The marks on my stomach
Hiding behind my imperfections
I fought real hard
But I had to give up
I prayed that day
That God please don't spare me
I'd rather be dead, then a shattered soul
The image of his face haunts me still
I remember those eyes
Burning deep inside my soul
Lord how I seek for revenge
The one that stole my soul
He took away my motherhood
But he will never know
For that day will haunt me forever
And forever I will be afraid.
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Lazlo Mehl
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Lazlo Mehl  South Africa
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