I see the monster in his eyes.
The look was one of deep despise.
Every minute he starts to roar,
Unleashing the fury within his core.
The abuse becomes physical.
This monster was worse than the mythical.
As he strikes me, I fall.
As he cackles, I bawl.
The striking is hurting yet keeps going on.
As he finally thrusts me,
my spirit is gone.
From this living Earth,
I've cruelly been withdrawn.
Why has the world treated me so bad?
Giving me this monster that had to be my dad.
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