The Bastard

Seen and not heard the unwanted child

Mind uncultivated left to grow wild

Blood, Scorn, Pain, the family shame

Simply a bastard is all it will remain

The black pile of steaming excrement in the pure fresh snow

One look at the bastard's face and the whole world will know

Know the pain and sorrow of a night of passion

That became a forever tomorrow

 

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