For father's sake
Sake. Sweet, soothing sake. I soak in it. It stings the slashes in my skin like it stabs at my tongue.
Father, why have you forsaken me?
Y have you forsaken me?
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Baba, abba, abides, biding his time
Father, is it finished?
Finished. Finnish. Finland. Happiest place on the planet.
Father planned it. Pierced mine own palms
Own ow wrist
Wine, I will not whine
While I drink the wine of your wrath, I seek salvation, but I do not find it
It is finished
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Wen Xiaosheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, film critic and aspiring author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.
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