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Back from Wilderness, where I licked your scar You appear as my savior from strife Far from my best hope, to my mind you are The singular tragedy of my life A man feels compelled to raise up his son That's as natural as squirrels eating nuts But your history with me defies reason To your help this history my mind shuts From beginning to end, so very bad I've concluded many times you're evil In your head, somehow, you still are my Dad But I see Satan, a ghoul, a devil I fear my sole escape from this trauma: Solving this impossible dilemma |
