Beautiful Souls

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Why should you suffer for my pain.
Knowledge in this I should try to gain.
Does it feel I have left you alone?
It may feel I have cut you to the bone,
But please believe me, my love is true,
I know in the past I didn’t know what to do,
Because being a father was new to me,
Over the years I was blind, but now I see,
That my responsibility is to be a dad,
Even me writing this poem, makes me sad,
Thinking of you all from this cell,
You beautiful things, I must have put you all through hell.
So now I have made some new goals,
And that is to save your beautiful souls.
Why should you suffer for my pain.
Knowledge in this I should try to gain.
Does it feel I have left you alone?
It may feel I have cut you to the bone,
But please believe me, my love is true,
I know in the past I didn’t know what to do,
Because being a father was new to me,
Over the years I was blind, but now I see,
That my responsibility is to be a dad,
Even me writing this poem, makes me sad,
Thinking of you all from this cell,
You beautiful things, I must have put you all through hell.
So now I have made some new goals,
And that is to save your beautiful souls.
There’s irony, hypocrisy, fallacy, a vast ocean of distance to cross. The “saint”, the “sinner”, it’s lunacy, that the ignorant could save the lost.
I’m not belle of the ball, not the very least, but we have something in common, I’m in love with a beast. But the beast is not a person but a drug that I call meth, I’ve been talking to myself for hours, I’m running out of breath.
Our team was blown away by this beautiful painting.