My son, my executioner

My son, my executioner

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  • My son, my executioner
  • My son, my killer, I hold you in my arms, you start to stir, you crush my immortality with your cries and hunger.
  • "Sweet death, small son, our instrument   Of immortality"
  • Youth? Life? Where did it all go? All in my new son.
  • My sweet little baby. He has shown me true mortality. I know I cannot protect him forever, and from now on, I am truly dead.
  • While I may not be really dead, knowing I will leave my son is killing me inside. He has so many exhausting needs, but seeing life in you, I die.
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