PatrinfanticideA Poem by pasdepoissonMusings prompted by a Halo 4 player with my dad's name.Last night, my father shot me in the head. Actually, it was someone on Halo 4 Finally, I killed him back. Oedipus smiles at the irony How funny it was for my inquisitive family members to find
out Later maybe their descendants enslaved My mother’s Aryan ancestors And wonder what happened to the human race, After Wotan betrayed his pacts came This blood-mud nourished the earth, Our cruelty toward rival tribes Meanwhile, rival sons of Abraham Maybe we should let Halo
4 settle this. © 2013 pasdepoissonAuthor's Note
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