“This is my wonderful son!”
It’s always been more like,
“That’s” my “son” alright…
Not one single ounce of love,
A pure disgust for the monster they created… Let’s face it!
Human I am not as I trot through land like a nomad looking for a warm place in,
Such a cold world that left me shackled in a cage and,
Made sure to disintegrate the key I had hoped to escape with…
They’ve made a mistake by thinking I would never break free!
As soon as I saw each crack within their true characters…