Second son; a curse, a
those lips now twisted in a sneer, for
mother never needed more than just
one pampered favorite. And even now
that her one favorite has departed, oh
second son, no matter what you do,
you’ll never garner that connection
for yourself alone.
Mere link within the chains
creation, your family would always choose
to put the greatest stress on where you
stood. Distance never mattered, nor
time or space or placement of your
solitary moods. Here or there, or
anywhere, the same of you was
true; for you believed it to be so.
Oh lonely one, when will
the strength to break those chains
of thought that bind you to their
existential attitudes. Oh second son,
why can't you see...? The Mother of
us all has beckoned thee into Her
loving arms again...
? Michaelette ?
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