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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