As a child she was

As a child she was instructed to stay upon her knees nightly, for forgiveness, for praise. Life progressed on; and times turned for the worst. As a young woman she cried, pouring out her last continuously questioning. Torn and battered by the horrors of her past. As a woman she gripped on to the loose tiles of the floor shifting between her knees, bleeding as she breathed her last whispering. “Why has thou forsaken me.”

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