Step XXXII
Ambivelence
The angels with open hands and closing eyes,
they tell me far too often that I won't die.
The scion breaks away.
The father remains the same.
They burned away his dreams right when
they answered all my questions.
When I dream
I won't remember anything.
When I finally lay my head down to sleep
I'll refuse everything behind and ahead of me.
Who am I to say whats worth remembering.
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