James Roberts (21 October 1981 / Saginaw, Michigan)
The Sadistic Heart
The same day passes yet again,
The day that celebrates the same man,
It passes, and nature freezes,
As the horror enters the world again.
That day was Father's Day,
The day that celebrates a father's love,
But the man did not deserve it,
For he betrayed everyone.
He still does not care,
And he will not redeem himself.
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