howling baby
in the burning night
it foresaw its future
it despairs of its life
it vaguely remembers
a cold hearted force
its serpent eyes glistening
as it dispatched the this soul
into its new body
of thirst and hunger
pain and shocks
hatreds and fears
suffering and blindness
in the burning night
Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
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