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Oct 2015
How could he deprive a child of a last goodbye?
Knowing that a son's love could wake
any sleeping mother
A father's spite crushed the soul of more
than just his target, now
that child's blind love will never be restored
my hatred runs as thick as blood
and as strong as the love that binds a father and son
Written by
Michael Steven
246
   --- and SPT
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