Dear Dad,
The time has come for me to no longer act like a delinquent engaging in acts of arson and thievery I burn and steal and lie cheaters never prosper so the good book tells me but I never listen and no one seems to care if I ruin my life like Lucifer hell bent destined to fall from grace to tumble from Heaven like bats into a cave enter into darkness the future uncertain the past a memory
Time they say heals all wounds so the good book tells me but I feel no better when as a child I read out loud so you can hear me pronounce the words fie expectations to fit in with Americans to sound like them glisten no cheeks with tears golden brown my flesh my skin tanned by the rays of the sun treasure the memories trapped within my skull bone boxes time in a grave your ashes in an urn where mother goes to pray her memento mori
Flat out fucked since childhood no better than the rest of my own jet-setter anti-generation dubbed Generation X by the news media to make sense of our fall from grace like Lucifer like bats from the belfry how we flew with singed wings tumbling into the night handsome demons who run eternally blackened with soot from the chimney our own acedia runs counter to virtue our apathy in words states "get out of jail free."
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