when I stood at my father’s grave

when I stood at your grave so small

there was nothing around

no taunts filled the air

just pure peacefulness

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this contradiction

it seemed incongruent to me

to all its massiveness

everything you did on Earth

-

no flowers adorned your abode

as usual while

your wife watched over

everything you laid your hand on

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every little detail you built

every little titbit you demolished

on behalf of the so-called

dealing with childhood wounds

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your blood was always hot

in your cold heart

extracting false truths

and basing your knowledge on it was irrelevant

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I hope you are happy now

finally stripped off this dodgy aptitude to destroy

something no creator would ever want

relying solely on the power of their own blood

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for Dad

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