a bittersweet victory
but another battle I'd see
those improperly deceased
from infancy or diseased
by an unseen calamity
death was like a leach
that preyed their souls to feed
now lay them to sleep in peace
in ante purgatory
my love lost loners story
is drawing near to glory
I will join the host of Holy's
as I walk through the croud
regret is like a shroud
babies open mouthed
in disgust like I'm foul
I guess its not hard to remind
them of the first time they died
there one and only vice
is there scorn for the afterlife
still I repent
I atone for my sins
among misfits and infants
the sinless
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