Virtue

From father to son

Click to the right! Song, goes great with this!

Hate he says is the drive

but I know not the reason why

Aren't you to love your kin

Not harm them under false sin.

For you its backwards

Insted you shackle me in chains

and constantly inflicted pain

In turn soiling your own name.

You care nothing of bruises I hold

and what they think of you

Calling it discipline you continue to do

I'm sick of it

Every hit you strike cuts me deep

but, as I rise from the floor you aggradize

Even more

Todays the last day for you and my hurt

If you are gone all that is bad

Will fall to the dirt.

Upon the ground I see you crawl,

-"Please stop it wont happen agian!"-

"Your right it won't cause this will be the last of your sin."

My tonuge clicks and so does the gun

I see the color stain my

sneakers,then hear the crack and in comes the speakers.

They say they know and the show is done

But it wasn't my fault;

it wasnt the son.

He murdered me everyday

Only bringing me back

To turn my soul black.

He succeded which is apparent to today.

From him to me father to son,

Love to greed.

Now because of you I feed on pain

Its the only thing Ive

Learned and you are the first to burn.

So farther be glad be proud

For you and me

Ive made our voice loud.

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