Defenseless in your own cold, dead body
I walk towards you.
The choir sings.
Head to toe, covered in black I stand.
Staring into your forever closed eyes.
So, is this how you wanted it?
Hysterical.
Welcome to hell, daddy.
Mother suited you up to prepare you for the angels
but you are meeting everything but.
I reach out to touch your hard cheeks.
I glance around.
You always wanted this.
People filled in such an empty room.
Staring carelessly at your rotting carcass.
Finally acknowledging your life after your death.
Watch them shed those generous tears as the pastor speaks.
I laugh at there ignorance.
I see the fire burning around your gold plated casket already.
Oh ... evil man,
How I will fight for heaven to stay away from your hell.
How I hope you suffer for eternity for destroying my lifetime.
It's all about me now, daddy...closes the casket...
I finally live.
 
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