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I wondered while young how I'll treat my son I wont be as cruel of course His snarling face an emotionless traits Evil always lives long. I try, I try I've tried I will say echoing years to dawn Dare I say with a grin on his face father still lives on I'll play games and laugh everyday I won't be as cruel of course That towering crow That shivers shadows Lingers like skin to bone The deeper I thought The darker I grew eclipsing all that I see I lost my sight of sun He lost his sight of me The only warmth I had The only evil he seen Do ruins have no end pain I've absorbed my share. I lost sight of my son his grave I couldn't bare. Of what age have I become To what love do I belong lost in my hatred of father And still I live on.
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Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 3:37 PM UTC
Evil Lives Long
I wondered while young how I'll treat my son I wont be as cruel of course His snarling face an emotionless traits Evil always lives long. I try, I try I've tried I will say echoing years to dawn Dare I say with a grin on his face father still lives on I'll play games and laugh everyday I won't be as cruel of course That towering crow That shivers shadows Lingers like skin to bone The deeper I thought The darker I grew eclipsing all that I see I lost my sight of sun He lost his sight of me The only warmth I had The only evil he seen Do ruins have no end pain I've absorbed my share. I lost sight of my son his grave I couldn't bare. Of what age have I become To what love do I belong lost in my hatred of father And still I live on.
A damage father Dealing with the death of his son.
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Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 3:37 PM UTC
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