New Day, New Rage

From the memories that weren't lost
in the arsonists attack. You will learn
oe day father, and hope that day may be soon.
For the flames and the rain, will smudge your
ashes of evidence. Among the scene and the schemes
of your incompitent life. We worked so much, in
your favor, you buried the detinator deep,
the bomb squad cannot save your future.
You speak of these preachings like lies floating
on water, a gentl breeze to interceptthe point
of reality. A constant game of blame, pointing
fingers in every direction but your own.
What makes you so much better?

Bleeding and breathing to another successors
financial beat. Trying to suck it in, but all they
do is spit fire back at you, burning your every
hope and desire. If that may be my dying wish, then
it will be done. Because my mother taught me to
have pride and ambition even when idiots
like you are around.