hush little child,

don't say a word,

or father's going to break you just like that bird.

he doesn't mind, to him, it's not absurd

please, boy, don't make a sound,

you really don't want him to turn around,

or he'll pull you by the chains of which you are bound.

abdullah, just stay quiet,

unless you want more pain, i wouldn't suggest you try it.

death will be no worse fate,

especially after this body will cremate.

hear your cries which could not create,

the solace which you used to oh so hate.

silence your heart,

if you must, go back to the start.

please, don't depart.

this is your soul, writing on your part.

didn't think i could write while half my body writhes in pain. guess now we know. just an example of my future writing. let me know if it's good.