These are the things I hold onto
These are the things I use to deceive myself
I line them up in front of me
I judge them carefully
Then I throw them all away
I am a small man
I am not a dangerous man
I love a child
I love a beautiful child
I will hold this child in my arms
And caress his soft head
Listen to him cry
I can kill the child
The beautiful child
I will kill the child
The beautiful child
This is my life
This is my choice
This is my damnation
This is my sacrifice
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