She lay vigilant,
In the barrenness of the night.
She could not soothe nor suppress
The torment of the horrid images,
The emergence of an ancestral curse,
The Decomposition of Innocence.

She clenched accountability as if it where her recompense
The wheel spun its course no credence to her faithlessness.
It concealed of which child she pained,
The one she created or the one she contained.
The circumstances differed nevertheless the equivalent,
The Decomposition of Innocence.

She awoke mystified at the ordeal she encountered.
Out of the depths of misery she ultimately discovered,
She had offered herself another chance,
To announce her Truth and conclude the dance.
The karma of an ancestral curse.
The Decomposition of Innocence.


 
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