I am not your son
Even though you gave birth to me.
Our thought patterns are not the same
Our desires are so far apart
The things I love you detest
What I have done
The great deeds I have performed
You scorn
You mock
You destroy
On the altar of your pride
I have gathered the bonfire wood
You sacrifice your very own Issac
Eagerly you stab the blade down
Rejoicing as my blood runs out
And the angel stood aghast and wept
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