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The claws stain red
Days turn to night
Thoughts in our head
Are not quite right
Mossy lips said
Don’t start a fight

He spikes his voice with wrath
Forced to work out of the lime light
Publicly breaks down paternal pride
When his ego isn’t the one being stroked
Like a malignant tumor, his ego
Rubs paint from the walls of the largest rooms

Seasons in the sun
Suns in the act
All we are
Less than a pixel
Less than thought

Don’t worry about asking
He’ll tell you
But it’s not worth hearing