Thy FatherA Poem by Curlsi don't know what to sayHonor thy father regardless of-- the screams that shatter the mind that echoes throughout the barren fields, the drunken rage of infidelity covered with stains, taken away from purity the weep of the buds for peace, begging for mercy and salvation the lone man brought forth of cold-blooded hands that marks a memory- hate and grief, and the soul taken away by the deathless whips flooded by the red water, it comes empty. Honor thy father regardless of pain. © 2015 CurlsAuthor's Note
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