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You call yourself a man,

more sinned against than sinning.

Your hollow lies.

Your hollow life.

Exalt yourself by tearing down your children

and declare them better

never born

than to be your displeasure.

Blow, winds, and tear his name apart—

Let rage rise from these shattered hearts.

Rain, Wind, Thunder and Fire,

Witness thy daughter.

This storm you bred

her tears become your flood.

The sins of the father—

must be paid for in blood.

Cursed be the father who would raise the knife.

No more shall lineage excuse

The hand that strikes, nor the tongue that wounds.

Cursed be he who curses the child who bears no sin.

For I say unto you a strike for a strike and a life for a life.

The sins of the Father

The sins of the Father

The sins of the Father

Must be paid for in blood.