Her distal son
Thy praying father
Doctored hands
Detach his heart
It is his father's heart
Thy mother is of scorn
Poor obscure mother
She'd wish their skin
Was of different poison
To drain familiar color
In passed down eyes
Thy son of father
You are abandoned and judged
Thy father of son
You are fooled
And misplaced
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