to live the life of a convenient blame is no life at all.
i am not the golden son. he looks just like you and i do not look like any of this so-called family.
you say all these things about me, your flesh and blood.
throw me into this cycle. curse my name and everyone who dare speak it in a way opposing yours.
pour your venom down the throats of everyone who is supposed to love me and have them excommunicate.
it is easier to point out all of my wrongdoings than to accept your own.
i know what i did but i see what you do.