Before you start begin with your own conception try to conceive the past otherwise than being your own singular birth out of your mother's womb maybe you were stillborn and the person you are today is just fiction born out of lies brother autobiography you play the critic cast a stone you without sin righteous with your ego your bloated drunken self you judge without support lacking all compassion your greatest fears come true
Care within the family as the first born son was different for you than me ostracize the poets like in the Republic for we place in a tomb life as we understand time between birth and death from first cry to diction and articulation lessons with our father reading Bible stories because Mumble Bunny rarely if ever spoke out loud left on the shelf as dust covers bottles of alcohol when dad got sober his rage grew
Ignominious son of the father my shame hides dumb lacking manly strength to tell the whole world I am not just the child you thought you knew so well laugh out loud at denial the hateful fear of love intimacy children as an adult I chose wisdom over family suffering and worries needless to remember but memories persist from a desire to tell drunken brother of mine these lies I speak in truth are mine thus to defend
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