For I have sinned.
The life you wanted me to...
And my own became distant and dimmed.
I'm not your son.
But you never reached me...
Of crooked willows, cold fields and dead suns.
...if you can.
...I don't know what I am.
To welcome me.
I know you can't hear me...
Will burn down when I enter the scene.
Your children's cradle...
So stop shoving your bread down my throat.
...if you can.
...I don't know what I am.
...walk away.
...you don't want me to stay.
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