MY PROGENY
It's been awhile my child since we have conversed.
Long have I left you to rehearse without my tongue
in your ear.
At your side I see the shadow of an other's work
and here I must first cork the beginnings of
this other puppeteer.
My plaything, my vessel, no one or other shall spill
into the one I've corralled and reined for insanity's
distribution.
Almost one when left alone to your own device without
advice which has long been honed upon an
serpent's absolution.
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