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| Padre |
I can see the hate in your eyes, old man
rabid with envy for youth you pissed away;
time, opportunity,
lost forever.
And I savor your self-hatred
the frustration, the humiliation of your impotence
facing irreversibly that which cannot change.
So stare at me then with your fading eyes,
my weak worn-out obsolete old man.
It's our turn now.
Time for you to die.
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