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And with a smile the world caressed us;
What wings our first successes gave!
The old Derzhavin saw — and blessed us,
As he descended to the grave.

My Name is Chris

My name is Chris, I am three,
My eyes are swollen, I cannot see,
I must be stupid, I must be bad,
What else could have made my daddy so mad?
I wish I were better, I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mummy would still want to hug me.
I can't do a wrong, I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up all day long.
When I'm awake I'm all alone, the house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mummy does come home I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get one whipping tonight.
I just heard a car,
My daddy is back from Charlie's bar.
I hear him curse, my name is called,
I press myself against the wall
I try to hide from his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now, I'm startin' to cry
He finds me weeping, calls me ugly words,
He says it's my fault he suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me, and yells at me more,
I finally get free and run to the door,
He's already locked it and I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues with more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!" I scream, but its now much too late,
His face has been twisted into a unimaginable shape.
The hurt and the pain, again and again,
Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops, and heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless, sprawled on the floor.
My name is Chris, I am three,
Tonight my daddy murdered me.

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