Box.

6 sides.

5 people.

3 sons.
your sons.

you're lives were pathetic. disgusting. EMPTY!

i guess i can be sorry for you, you honestly didn't know better.

what justifies what you do?
dead beat dad.

ha! you call yourself a godly man?
god is no where in you.

a proud mother?
you're only proud if they keep quiet.

out of all the households I've seen,

i have never seen one so...cracked.

PARENTS! you're lives are slipping and you know it.

wolves in sheep clothing, the lot of them.

YOUR SONS! biting through the rope you have wrapped around their necks.
they look at you with fire in their eyes that reflects the heat in your own.

you're blood has infected theirs and you've already lost one.

BRAVO!
i tip my hat to the master of failed expectation.

you dare call them a disappointment when you yourself have done nothing but fail them.

THEM!
YOUR SONS!!
who've you watched grow into what they let you know now.

FATHER! pass down the crown of masculinity and the iron fist of gender appeal.
build them up to be kings of the house hold with a lovely wife in the kitchen making dinner for your ever growing waist bands.

ha. ha. ha.

I've never hated someone so much. than that man. in that house. with that flag.


WITH THAT SMILE.

...

out of respect i say nothing but smile and thank you for letting be stop by.

I hope you have a nice rest of your life.