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A Boy without a father

A Boy without a father
knows no soul

A Boy without a father
seems so alone
tears running down from a heart in deep
unstoppable? this might never be

Murder, drugs and fraud
dine all at once…
having regrets for them?
absolutely not!

from a womb of blood this boy arose
but in a world of blood this boy grows
taking lives, and toasting with red wines
Empathy and self pity…drip away from his coat
and he forever promises
"tears would drip away from my  'throne"

now is the Light
what manner of Light is this?
questions questions questions
"I think I am falling asleep"

a long endless queue
with straight faces like mercenaries
diamond tarred roads
paved with roses of golden glows

"this must be Heaven or so…
I really don't know"
a huge screen, a reflection of me…
A Boy without a father
seems so alone
tears running down from a heart in deep
unstoppable? this might never be

This is his Judgement
"Move to the other side because
A Boy without a father is never alone
A Boy without a father still has a Father to call his own."

Yours Truly,
Helga

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