There is a God, evidenced
By the fact, my son lives
He survived tidal wave of my own wrath
Beating me down slowly
My own patience eroding
Persistent waves of adolescence
Assailing my own foundation
Crash crash crash crash crash
The loud din of a man lost
My own voice crushes you
Shame
Im sorry I lost my temper
Im not sorry for being angry
Daddy falls
May we both have ears to listen
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