Who ever said you need a father to show you how to be a man?
When there are thousands of dads who can't stand up and be men.
Man enough to take care of the lives they brought into this forsaken World.
Lives that should be valued more then a diamond, or a pearl.
But instead flee like cockroaches, when the light shines their way.
Not knowing or caring whether those lives have a plate to eat, or a roof above their heads, or even a bed in which to lay.
Their worry little heads, and broken hearts not understanding why daddy has walked out door.
Hoping to see him ever so again, wishing that he'll show up with an open arm.
However the pain has been done, he can't simply heal all the harm.
Those lives that he hurt will forever be scarred with the pain he created.
Maybe they'll lose all the love they once held, and it'll Scorch into Hatred.
Hatred that can either be directed towards the mother or even to him.
One live can Curse the mother for being the reason, while the other vents up the pain and Anger.
This hatred can grow into a godly danger,
That one day the second live may kill, the one that left him.
-Reaper.
Part 1, more to come.
