Conceived by force,
I had no choice.
The seed was planted and nature took course.
You started to grow,
No longer could I hide,
The fact that a baby grew inside.
I tried to save you but I had no luck.
God said it was your time as my dad beat me up,
Pain shot through me as my body grew weak and frail.
It rejected you, it pushed you out.
Too young to survive, you were already gone.
Together we laid in a puddle of blood.
While the heavens sang a sorrowful song.
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