Today is the day I wish would go away
The one on which
my father corpse will be on display
As the leaves in the graveyard crunch behind my back
Each though of my father, a personal attack
His bloodline dressed in black
The line which without him has begun to crack
The one for which we have dreaded
The way in which my father’s soul has headed
Brought away by the phantom
of death’s cold hands
It...
