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Headstall's Reflections - 2. Chapter 2 Honor Thy Father
Reflections
Chapter 2 Honor Thy Father
Hidden terror still abides in me
A mistake to think time sets you free
A child’s abuse is my cross to bear
I learned too soon life isn’t fair
A mother beaten while at my side
No safe place for me to hide
Boiling hot coffee thrown in her face
How dare she ever forget her place?
Black liquid burned on my face, neck, and arm
Not her fault she couldn't keep me from harm
A loving father on public display
A lie, a creature no plea could sway
You died alone, you piece of crap
Ran out of victims, your life’s a wrap
Does anyone ever think of you?
Yeah, it took long enough to get your due
Big strong man you thought you were
You more resembled a worthless curr
Caring more about your shiny things
Cruising around town with the air of kings
Three grown sons who hated your guts
Your legacy’s worse than a million cuts
Some say that to forgive is to forget
I hope you’re in hell now paying your debt
Beaten senseless because you’re too pretty
An irony for me that’s the nitty gritty
We left and you moved on to others
My biggest fault was a face like my mother’s
I hope she can see you from a place up high
Where never again can you make her cry
Mourning you is something I tried to do
In the end, thank God I never turned into you
When my life ends I have no fear
Memories of me, my kids will hold dear
Honor thy father, speak well his name
Truth is, I envision you a writhing flame
Back in those days you got away with this
I hope now you’re enduring a devil’s kiss
We may have escaped your controlling clutches
But to this day, we still struggle with our crutches
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