Come Home
Mother, father, I did my best, but no one believed,
How could I come home after squandering all of your riches?
Complaining to myself that everything is well, when knowing that I haven't been myself.
Its compromising to my mental,
Its agonizing to my health,
Should I have reached the peace of mind, Nirvana, but like Anavrin I go backwards,
Call it destruction of mine, a loss of self and a loss of time,
Loss of who I have become, so what should I do with the time wasted?
I tried, but I failed, walked with snakes, and walked with the liars, against the will of our Father,
I lost my way and fell to the company of whores,
Leading me on, till the depths of depravity took over, tormenting my soul,
Drought, famine, all the same it came to me, full force, and suddenly,
The friends I had abandoned me,
Who would want to be with a fool, such hypocrites the are,
But maybe I was a fool, as I did everything and now this was too far,
Let me go and let me breath, looked for work, but my time was ticking,
Momentum lost, I turned to the trough, where even the piss and shit of the crops consumed by the lesser forms seemed like a slight delicacy, which pleased my now unsatisfactory form.
Diluted, consumed by my, own lust, my own, own self,
My pride I, put away I, couldn't be by, myself anymore,
I ran home, father take me, in your arms, I'm too tired,
Alone, being by, myself, I do not want to be like this at all, anymore.
A place by your servants' aid would suffice,
Punishment enough is looking into your eyes,
But instead of the ridicule that I expected,
You celebrated, gutting the fattest calf for a festival...amazing,
I never had wanted to be the one like this,
From eating waste of man and food, to living back in the palace,
So with the warmth I had felt, though I knew one wasn't pleased,
I'm glad you prayed for me,
"Come Home, my son. Please..."
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Thank you, Father.
