Lullaby For Cain

Lay your head down baby mine

Sleep and dream of your mother's love

Someday God is gonna tear it all away from you

Cast you out and curse your name

Pariah, vagabond, villain, thief

But until that day, as a mother should

My love to you will flow, unstemmed

Christ will have his cross

And you will have your scar

What wrong you will do in a moment of blindness

Deserves not the punishment heaped upon you

A crown of hate being fashioned even now

The mud to be smeared all over your name

You are but human and human remain

This curse is immortal, an undying fame

But for now sweet Cain, lay down your head

These pains will come not a moment too late

Forced to grow, perceived as a man

They'll ignore the fact that you were once but a lad

Every boy will have moments of rage

But few will be remembered with the disdain of Cain

Sleep now my love, there is no blood on your hands yet

Sleep now my dear, you love him in your dreams

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Go easy on me, this is my first and only poem.

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