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Nightmare
Black
covers,
crawls to swallow every thing.
You lose your wife to a
Higher Power,
Your son split into
two versions
him,
one happy and smart,
the other

vengeful
and hateful….

Myself,
cowering before darkness,
dying on the ground.

I told my real son that I would die, because I took it as the omen it was.

The true enough:
dying on the floor.
Struck down by my
son.

Yes,
I struck him down first.
In defense of wife and house,
but he won’t back down….

I didn’t die,
Though my soul is
empty of
wife and children,

(five children,
three sons,
two daugthers and I love them all!)

I didn’t die,…or did I?

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