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Father, my father

My rage, my resentment

You have missed your job and lost your way

You have lit the flame and wakened a monstrosity

And I am fighting to see each beckoning light

But this will not be the demise of me.

Father, my father

My thief, my trespasser

You have taken what is not yours

You have missed your entry

You have forsaken what could have been

And robbed what was so innocent

But this will not be the demise of me.

Father, my father

My amnesia, my curtain

You have lived so distantly

You have made so selfishly

You have yearned for the skies

Yet, you will cease in an inferno

But this will not be the demise of me.

Father, my father

My forgiver, my builder,

You are dearer to me than all attainment

And beloved to my heart than anarchy itself

Your lawlessness has constructed me

Our memories have forsaken me

And your ardent sorrow is well aflame

But this will not be the demise of me.

Father, my father

You will hear me one day

And see the contrast in character

And know that I have not fallen astray

And recognize the beauty you have missed

And mourn the memories you could have manifested

Father, my beautiful father, I will see you at a different time.

-Albaraa Gebril