Papa, don’t cry.
I’ll keep it steady.
Heroes will die,
Hunters are ready.
Looks like a toy,
Thinks like a sinner.
Who are you, boy?
Loser or winner?
Call me someday,
Ask me “How are you”,
Teach me to pray.
I just defy you.
Empty and cold,
Dressed as a princess.
This is your fault,
Face my existence.
Papa, don’t cry,
Mom, I’m a liar.
© Andrew Mosckalev, 22.05.2019
revision for Dead Bastards
Papa, Don t Cry
© Copyright: Андрей Москалёв, 2019
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