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I wrote this in an attempt to tell a story through my poetry. I didn't know what to call this one.

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It was an accident, he was only trying to protect his family.

 The man broke in with a gun wanting everything.

He did what he had to and managed to kill him cold

 and now he sits all alone in a cold cell on death row.

A tear falls from his eyes,

 as he stares up at the sky

 and says,

  "Where are you in my time of need?

     I no longer feel you

      walking with me."

It was an accident, she was trying to please him.

 Though it wasn't about sex to her, she'd submit so he feel like a man.

So she did what she had to, to make him happy

 and now she carries his seed

  and his incurable disease. 

Five minutes brought a world of pain

 she cries as her health drains.

"Am I really alone?

  Are you really there?

   Do you see me suffering?

    Do you even car?"

It was an accident, a total mistake

 the way the bullet missed her and went into his ribcage.

She'd been standing right there, and only moved for a few seconds

 when the stray bullet passed her; he was only seven

  and now her baby fights and struggles to stay alive

   She knows the Lord takes as generously as he gives.

But still the tears break through

 and she asks, "God, where are you?"

It was an accident

 God where could you be?

It was a total mistake;

 God, can you see,

It's not my fault;

 the pain down here?

It was an accident

 Do you care?

It was a mistake

 Lord please, answer me