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Before I was one,
I was born from the bone;
Then when I was two,
I was left inside a shoe.
And when I was three,
The lightning forked inside me.
The when I was four,
I was locked outside the door.
When I was five,
They cut my soul with a knife.
And when I was six,
I was taught clever tricks.
Then when I was seven,
I lost the key to heaven.
So, when I was eight,
I learnt how to hate.
When I was just nine,
I first became malign.
Then when I was ten
I said my last amen.
And when I was eleven,
The dark to me beckoned.
So, when I was twelve.
Into cruelty I delved.
Then when I was thirteen.
I hid so’s not to be seen.
And when I was fourteen
They thought – he’s just a teen.
But when I was fifteen,
I cast aside the screen.
And now that I’m sixteen,
I will make them all scream;
For now, I will have my fun,
Cos I’ve brought to school,
My Papa’s Assault Gun!

     © D G Moody 2026