MY MYSTERY, MY CHILD

In prove of science
My blood I see
In blood of one
I delight my peace

His yells indistinct
As I stare to know
But time could conquer
The strangeness I saw

Of nature it was
A pride to my hood
Of God it was
A price to my inquiry

In hell I sail
The days of his yelling's
But a man I was
By the name he gave me

The peccadillo I remember
Of the path he came from
But my heir he remains
Today and forever.




Poetry by Owen
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Written on 2007-01-03 at 16:33

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