As you wake from your sleep, a father displays his trophy.
But now you're sensitive to sound. I've soaked anger through your atoms. It resonates a curse. I've soaked hatred through your atoms. In every form and every word he's an animal. All bite and bark clawing and scratching at the bone. Oh be patient my love, he knows not what he does. Few will morn above his grave, and his life of curses you unleashed upon a mother all your fear and not it's redirected through the womb, why don't you hit me like a man.
