Can’t Remember
Confessing a fear of not knowing,
What was done to us?
We know of a surety it was not nothing;
But we cannot remember exactly what?
At the very least we know somewhat,
And doubtless wicked mocking that ensued…
But the brain doesn’t like question marks;
And down here we might never know the truth…
Oh; all of the sick things; done to us and some,
Much of it so very damnable and cursed are they who stigmatise yet more…
Because the greatest doubt that remains, are not from that we remember;
But the deliberate attacks, on one so vulnerable and innocent; were concocted and calculated to never be deliverable from, but how little do they know Christ our Lord?