Genetics Suck.

 

My dear precious boy

How innocent we begin!

On the universes coattails

From babes to men-

Have I cursed you child?

Set up such hurdles in your path?

Lit the match

To burn it all down

From mountains to ash-

Have I given you these shoes to fill

That fit us both so well?

An invitation I’ve extended

To our private hell-

Invite a friend

If they can

Walk the embers on which we stand

Do I bear the brunt of this?

My dear precious man.


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