I Killed My Father
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I was caught red handedly.
Coz I kissed the wrath of me.
You wonder who’s this man might be.
Well…I called him Daddy.
I remember when…
I asked him to carry me.
After every childhood’s brawls,
He bothers not to put down his glass.
Or cure my bruises and clean up my blood.
He scowled everytime I shouted with joy.
Woke me up jolting with fear I dared avoid.
He whipped me when I tried to answer back.
And he whipped me more whenever I cried.
That’s why I killed him.
Tonight I’m bathed with his crimson blood.
His memories I burnt and stab to death.
From this day on I may live with him.
But with his memories, I’m not.
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