The Man Who Lived Behind The Sun

My Boys

**hey, it's not necessarily to the cats, but, ey those boys are cute too tho, amiright?**

The rays beat down on my face,
A late winter breeze swims through the air.
Cold chills run down to my feet,
Yet not a movement or shiver, for my body is in stare.
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My love has created a monster in there.
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A monster hungry for vengeance for all that come near.
The rage caged inside eyes of hazel, and gold locked away,
Darkness in the pupil, that dares to show fear.
Weakness and bruises, fade and learned not to disobey.
Demons lay beneath the cracks, just a creek from being awake.
Tears shall not fall, and care should be lessened,
For the women, let alone men, would never unmute the deafened.
For each man on his own, with a chest broad and mind clear,
Each woman to feed their kids alone, and stay off the beer,
Each heart and mind locked and stowed away.
Fighting to keep their kids healthy in a world that morals are slayed,
The cold wind unsettled the heat and now I'm just a bit afraid,
That I'll turn out like my father, and lead my sons astray.
They deserve a man less full of pity,
And a world less afraid.
My sons will be human,
But in the heat there's some shade.
So like my father should have done,
I'll put down a towel and bathe, for the sun is nice for a while,
Yet indeed after some time, your skin will start to boil,
And you'll crave the moon light and the soft crackle of the fire.
So a shelter I'll make, so my boys can pick where they lie.
In the sunshine, or in my house and safe with the stock pile.
I'll make good for you boys. Don't you worry for a while. 
Papa, or dad, is gonna makes sure we're stable, so each one of your heads can rest, and dream of nothing fatal.