Living in uncertain terror at home
I sought as a child to make sense of hate
Vengeance is mine I will repay father
In death my fears vanish with you now gone
Nothing stands in my way nothing but love
Gaze from the stars upon the will of fate
Interminable life today bothers
No one more than myself to end this game
Terror to show discipline without gloves
Endless horror when fists and feet attack
Reels play repeat films in my head to stop
Reciting hymns of violence to thwack
Only second-born sons a riding crop
Reasons as well on horse as boy to tame
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