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His last steps


SAO LILDOOP

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His last steps,

they are quiet and sad,

tears stream from his eyes,

oh, what a poor lad,

I wish I could say

I dreaded this day,

but sadly, that would be a lie

I stare up into the sky,

I feel relieved,

the breeze strokes my face,

I have already grieved,

he is such a disgrace,

I remember his smile,

I remember his laugh,

for he was my child

and all that I had,

now I look onward,

water hits my hand,

I look slowly upward,

but how could this be?

It was not raining,

no, it was me

I was crying for him,

For that bastard I hated?

But despite all he had done

I suppose this was fated,

for the love of a father

for his only son

is not something cheap,

it fades not away

no not even when he leaves my wife in a heap

I love him still today,

I cry and I cry,

Oh, how can this be?

After all the pain he has caused me!

I am ashamed of myself,

for this feeling of affection,

I am ashamed of him,

for he is an infection,

I will always feel pain,

when I look back on old pictures,

for my son I have slain,

and yes it is true,

he was a sick evil bastard,

oh what do I do?

Is hell waiting for me?

I don't want to think it,

I will bow on one knee,

and on the ground I will spit,

over the grave of my son,

who was once oh so sweet,

now lying dead,

right under my feet,

I am ashamed of myself,

I have failed as a father,

failed as a husband,

failed as a doctor,

for my son came to me with his problems,

and all I could say was,

"It will be okay"

I hate myself, cause'

My wife is now dead,

it is all my fault,

I should have died in her stead,

I will go to meet her,

I swear it,

I tie the rope,

around my neck,

and with all hope,

step from the stool,

I was such a fool,

hopefully now I can die in peace,

and go to meet my dear wife,

I will look down from heaven,

to hell where my son,

is undoubtedly burning,

I just know he is yearning,

to escape from his torment,

but if I were God,

I'd say he doesn't deserve it,

I remember his first steps,

now I see his last,

and all I can think of,

is how time has passed,

so much has changed,

for the worse not the better,

I feel I have become deranged,

I will leave no letter,

for my wife was my life,

my son was my pride,

Now all I remember is the knife,

I watched it slide,

right into my wife,

her pregnant body falling limp to the floor,

hatred for his sin filling me to the core,

I watched as my son with a gleam in his eye,

smiled as he watched my wife die,

and now today,

all I can say,

is I must die,

for there is nothing left here on earth for me anymore,

no one to love me,

and no love to give,

from this life I will flee,

I step from my stool,

I wriggle and drool,

my neck breaks abruptly

and I hit the ground roughly,

I awake up in heaven,

light all around me,

I see my wife,

and I drop to one knee,

I will love her again,

we will be together for all eternity

is what I think to myself

but then quite suddenly

I hear a booming voice say

"GO TO HELL"

I drop to my knees and in my dismay

I cry out "Please!"

then suddenly I feel a heat envelop my body,

I look to my side and see my son wailing,

with my body on fire

I start flailing,

but there is no escape,

I will stay here and burn,

until this soul dies,

and I cease from existence.

 

"And then I will profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity" -Matthew 7:23 (King James version)

 

 

 

 

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