It is not the love of the father
That beckons me
It is the defeat of his soul
As it soars over cloud #9
It is unreachable when it has cut
All its ties with the bloodline
Except
With those that feed him charity
To survive
Narcissistic you tell me since I was young
& in every hour of need
He is not to be found
For it hides in the crevices of the bleeding heart
Only to come out
When it needs pennies for its selfish throbbing
Imagine that you are fatherless
Throw away your paternal burdens
For you do not look anything like him
Even though you have his nose and acrobatic charisma
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