My child

Before a year had passed I lost our child

No longer newly weds on the Church aisle

No longer pure and innocent and free

In love with death for God has tortured me

I am not Job my bloody sheets agree

I’ll not beg for mercy , hear my plea

O dangerous cliffs I’ll wander with the wild

For God has killed my heart and now my child.

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