to my father
who is dead
though i see you almost every day
you are dead
i know you are dead
but you live
how can you have been born again in the shell of another?
it's as if you have stolen his skin
this i believe of you
i understand you now
i believe that you and he have conspired to accomodate each other
i have no doubt
you speak and act through him
he speaks and acts for you
what a perfect partnership
spawned in hell
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