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You chided and misguided-- Sighed and chided snidely-- While I stood there and deified: Your opinion was once so sanctified That it petrified and putrefied 'Til I was drawn to suicide. And I won't lie, I doubt that you'd have even cried. Now this patricide's not emblemized; Not glorified nor a source of pride. It's just that I've been rectified; I'm satisfied and verified. You see, old man, your claims have been denied. I stride beside a stronger pride, We're unified, not terrified, And, were you here, I'd just... Laugh. Sure, We simplify and vilify, All that we fear, but I-- I can't bring myself to cry; I'll no longer will myself to die-- Because, in the end I'm just too high To even look you in the eye. I've modified and purified. And, while you're compelled to sit and hide, I'm glorified--self deified-- And your podium's is now occupied By the one who you once toxified. And NONE of it's been for you. No, old man, it's not for you!
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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
It's NOT For You!
You chided and misguided-- Sighed and chided snidely-- While I stood there and deified: Your opinion was once so sanctified That it petrified and putrefied 'Til I was drawn to suicide. And I won't lie, I doubt that you'd have even cried. Now this patricide's not emblemized; Not glorified nor a source of pride. It's just that I've been rectified; I'm satisfied and verified. You see, old man, your claims have been denied. I stride beside a stronger pride, We're unified, not terrified, And, were you here, I'd just... Laugh. Sure, We simplify and vilify, All that we fear, but I-- I can't bring myself to cry; I'll no longer will myself to die-- Because, in the end I'm just too high To even look you in the eye. I've modified and purified. And, while you're compelled to sit and hide, I'm glorified--self deified-- And your podium's is now occupied By the one who you once toxified. And NONE of it's been for you. No, old man, it's not for you!
Needless to say, my father and I aren't on the best of terms. Jotted this rap-style piece a while back as a means of creating some closure and satisfaction.
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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
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