Cruel

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Cruel

Remember the times we prayed for their divorce?
It was something easier said than done
Back then, even now, but more then,
And the times they asked us to take sides?
The nights they came close to killing
Each other?
Then, mutual silence enforced for awhile,
Except when it came to money,
The volcano would instantly erupt again,

I didn’t want anybody to ever have
To experience that on my watch,
My efforts and failures throughout my own life
Have always been tempered
With that being one of my primary fears
In the back of my mind,

No one’s born cruel.

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