martes, 24 de agosto de 2010

My master.

My master.

I’ve come to think of you
as the master I used to follow,
all I learned and was mistaken
comes from you and all you gave me.

I could say I hate you not,
but the thing is…
you know we hate us both.

Every mistake,
you made it first,
but then I came…
and did the same.

The master and its pupil,
we were bounded by the faith,
what a destiny so futile…
that it never came to be correct.

At the end we have this nothing,
all we are is just a waste,
thanks for making me this monster,
I just wish I could forget.

-My master-

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