[the Creation] Poem by Empath In flames

I always wished to be a father,
So I could stare into the eyes.
Of my creation,
To feel the electricity coursing through my veins
And the power of bringing such a gift
To be the savior,
Against this cruel and damaged world.

But I didn’t know...
Nor wish to believe that,
Perfection through the eyes of a parent
Could take such an obsessive twist.
And for what was meant to be purely out of love,
Becomes an invention
For destruction.
Towards lack of acceptance
For my son
Because he is different...
Ugly...
An experiment...

Who really is the evil,
That proclaims itself through darkness?
Rapists and killers
Seen walking with ease
Through the sunny rainbow streets
Not a second glance
Because they all look like you,
Human...
Or animal, are you?
Judgment,
Law,
Anger,
Flames....

I gave my son the gift of life,
The very same you wish to take away.
If he is dead then so to is my heart.
I fade by the thought...
Loosing my will to live...

The last thing I can teach my boy,
Is fear will become his only protection
And anger will add more to his years.
No-one will ever except you
As there hero.

But a killer....
You will be ALIVE!
SO RISE AND LIVE MY SON....
HE’S ALIVE, ALIVE, ALIVE! ! ! ! !