Why do we have to grow up?
Lose so much in order to gain so little?

A ball of innocence.
Taken and abused.
They lie there knowing nothing.

When they open their eyes,
They shall kill.
Murder sheep and their lamb.

We make them what they are.

Lost souls. Killing and surviving.

You are a beast.
A leech.
You suck their strength and inject puerile venom.

Murdering babes, murdering faith.
Swallowing whole your childhood love.

It was something of beauty that you stole.
The pearl lost in the ocean of time.
In their afterlife they will seek their memory whirlpools.

Do you repent for our crimes or do you indulge in theirs?

In our beds shall we be suffocated.
They shall scald their burns onto our skin;
forever reminding us of our selfish acts.

Dying so young.
Killing so wisely.

Our life and death is one.
Is one.