...Father pt.1
His head fell to the carpet in a puddle of blood
his son suddenly shrugged while rotting in mud
why did this happen? he was just taking a nap when
his daddy, this family's captain fell to the floor
this death is felt to the core, life is seldom this sore
“this hell isn't warm but I'll remain mellow and calm
his last seconds in life was dwelling in my palms
father I sure hope you are happy where ever you are
when I look up to heaven I remember your star
every time when it twinkles you're welding my scars”
life's weird n after this happened his world fell apart
but he has to go on and he'll keep selling his art
telling the tales of strife and how to settle with death
he won't backpedal as a rebel that level what's left
he'll remain strong from this fabulous test but...
from cradle to pest, anxiety invaded this saviors chest
the kettle is filled to the brim with pain and struggle
the boiling point is close for this nameless bubble
a plain and sane man that suddenly blamed his troubles
aimed at Hubble but remained stained with rubble
complained at contained strange ways of his mind
claimed himself balanced but the act changed inside
rearranged his smile, towards a painless grin n smirk
one day when he finished work he went grimly berserk...
the saga continues...
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
---Albert Einstein
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