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Its innocent me alone
That’s left to atone
For the deed of ancestors –
Long lost in earths stores.
I’m left to right the wrongs,
Write apologies, creep up the rungs
From the murky depths
And pay the bulky debts.
I’m here, companion of my loneliness,
Tending my purse’ leanness,
Slashing at the ferns of hatred –
On this path I unwillingly tread
The sins of the father,
And pains of the mother
Have packed me a fate
Too heavy for my pate
Still I fear not:
The Lord will wrought
A great victory for me –
Because his son I be!
