Spoke so slow, my frighteningly petrifying go-to
Whenever I require any kind of a rather compassionate reminding
Blinded by far more than just the light, he might strike me if he ever gets to see
The error-strewn logic of my fair negligent ways, my half-arsed being
I will kneel and pray every other that I can one day turn out to be a far better son
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