Pendulum Father

So tell me now Father, will I ever find grace?

Or will I toil my entire life away

Grovelling at the feet of mongrels for mercy by day

And being robbed of my innocence by twilight

Tick Tock

My time hasn’t reached its dock

Father casted his pearls before swine

Drip, Drop

My tears have become for the world to mock

Tick Tock

My lemons have ripened

Father came back for a gulp of the citrus vodka I made

Drip Drop

He made the summer sky cry

Tears? No

The summer sky cried fire and brimstone.

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