human
I was that child once--I, yes, even I-- In the gracious years forever fled, That innocent and happy little child! These very hands were raised to God in prayer, That now are reddened with a mother's blood. Great Heaven! can such things be? Almighty power, Send forth Thy dart and strike me where I lie!
gpt
Go forth, I say, go forth And tell my history to the tempted youth. I looked upon the wine when it was red, I heeded not my mother's piteous prayers, I heeded not the warnings of my friends, But tasted of the wine when it was red, Until it left a demon in my heart That led me onward, step by step, to this, This horrible place from which my body goes Unto the gallows, and my soul to hell!