Sins of the father
Blood on the ground
Sins of the mother
Blood on her gown
We came together without knowing each other
I’m sorry, my son
Sins of the father
Blood without sound
Sins of the mother
Screaming, relentless frown
We came together and loved the promise you brought
We brought you into the world
I’m sorry, my son, like everyone else, you too shall rot
Burdens and blessings and huntings and hopings
Love lost between parents and babes in between
Like steak in a clamshell grill you are seared
Tempered and tortured and hardened too soon
Sins of the father,
Sins of the mother,
Blood left to dry on the ground and all around
Bright eyes unfettered and feathered abound
I’m sorry my son,
For my legacy of pain
Built for you, and handed down
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