An opening barrage of keystrokes
Carries away your loving juvenile
The heavy slam of incendiary loathing
Barks with the malice, he can no longer contain

As the dust whirls around and above
An eerie solace tolls within his smile
With a deathly stride he embarks for eternity
Shunning, your most urgent of cries

Shrill premonitions
To which he no longer heeds
Fall tiresome, depleted and worn
In their final moments they scour the earth
withering unnoticed and casually forgotten

“No son of mine! “
Chimes peppered in relevance
Festering angrily
As hosts gather and steam

“No son of mine!”
Is the cry of your disdain
A keeper of peace, he gladly betrays