My father is dead and
I am Satan. As tents fall
Crushing you with propane
Lanterns. Acid trips make you
Bite heads and trip over
Drunk traps, losing wallets
And I.D's which burn in
The pit as your identity
Melts away. Your father
May be dead but you
Are just another stupid
Teenage statistic while
I'm the one to clean
Up your wreckage.
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