Good Seed
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Poetry
The more time I spend in this cell,
The more the devil can control his hell.
Let me be free from all this pain and hate,
But sometimes I just think it too late,
Why does all this pain happen to me?
Can this demon just set me free,
It feels as though my hands are tied,
I think about my babies. Only to break down and cry,
I try over and over, again and again,
Please believe me my honourable friend,
Home sounds so sweet to the heart,
If only shown from the very start,
I only wish for my hands to be freed,
Don’t beat me up about my past.
Coz I truly am a good seed.
The more time I spend in this cell,
The more the devil can control his hell.
Let me be free from all this pain and hate,
But sometimes I just think it too late,
Why does all this pain happen to me?
Can this demon just set me free,
It feels as though my hands are tied,
I think about my babies. Only to break down and cry,
I try over and over, again and again,
Please believe me my honourable friend,
Home sounds so sweet to the heart,
If only shown from the very start,
I only wish for my hands to be freed,
Don’t beat me up about my past.
Coz I truly am a good seed.
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