I was between the devil and the deep sea,
My home has always being run with blood and with iron.
I thought they said a child should feel nothing but 'safe'
But mine was different. ...
Another day of toil and strife,
Another page so white,
Within that fateful Log of Life
That I and all must write;
Another page without a stain
To make of as I may,
That done, I shall not see again
Until the Judgment Day.
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