Frustration and disgust dominates
As tension and anxiety illuminates
Feelings of disbelief and depression
Trying times and their obsession

With ruling all unyielding souls
As strong as the lonely thunder rolls
The impossibility of controlling fate
Fighting the pain of internal self-hate

The realization of the mistakes
As the "morning -after" sun awakes
Pleasures and ecstasies remain to remind
As plans of Success are slowly confined

Society frowns, a cold and lonely place
Staring at bloody hands and a stained face
Remembering that night of ecstasy
Forgetting the danger of impurities

The mistake of a child, a child frail
Yet, so impressionable, easy to fail
Without perfect knowledge of genocide
Performing an act close to suicide

Relying on conscientious consent
Doing things to later resent
The actions taken, without the warn
To the child, a child is born