For Every Heartbeat {Quadruple Ottava Rima}

Dedicated to the play "I'm Not Stupid." This play is about a mother who kills her "stupid" son [mentally disabled, really] because she thinks he is worth nothing more than a dog. Give me honest critic.
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For every heartbeat there is a stronger one,
Dancing in the moonlight of hope and prayer.
Even though you think you have no where to run,
God will show you a special kind of care.
And even though they all poked their fun,
God will shelter you and cover your share.
You may not be loved by arms of mother,
But here in Heaven we are all God's brother.

"Do you even love him as a true son?
"Do you even care his feelings hurt like yours?"
"He's like a dog; next, I'll get a real one."
"I can't believe you just said that; he's not a chore."
"He's nothing to me; he's not a true son!"
"He is mentally disabled, but he's yours."
"He is a human being, not a log."
"I don't love him . . . he's nothing but a dog."

"I can't believe you did it! You're crazy!"
"I'll have you committed for what you have done!"
"I didn't do it! A dog that was lazy!"
"He wasn't a dog! . . . to shoot him with a gun!"
"He was a dog! I swear I'm not crazy!"
"I swear I'll put you away . . . he was your son!"
"He was stupid; he was no son of mine."
"I'll have you committed for your crime."

For every heartbeat there is a stronger one,
Dancing in the moonlight of hope and prayer.
Even though you think you have no where to run,
God will show you a special kind of care.
And even though they have all poked their fun,
God will shelter you and cover your share.
You may not have been loved by arms of mother,
But here in Heaven we are all God's brother.

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This is a poem written in 8-line octives. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in the following rhyme:

One octive poem: abababacc

...so on and so on.