Olde father, thine son doth end
One's humble servitude;
Thy fate be sealed in this hour
Betrayal by blood in truth.
Thy harsh attention doth
Wound one's pride
Thy stinging words
Hath ended me
Thy burning speech
Hath driven me
To rend thy heart
And break thy will.
I'm rambling, really. Pay me no mind <3
Friday, November 7
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