The deliciousness of viciousness some thrill to The vanity of humanity some kill to Be born again for as more orphans of the war The fatherless like me who had a father who Could not be bothered to have anything to do With orphans of orphans and maybe bastards too This complication of this implication of Being now seeing how it seems a lot like love Is really all that ever mattered anyway The scent of blood does not arouse my heart to soar When now was then it might have but not anymore Forgetting yesterday I remember today My father was a killer and will always be But I am not my father and he is not me +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII