»A little poem about growing up«

Father why are you so cruel - You're not a child, you're just a tool

You taught me how I should behave - Obedience, you're just a slave

You gave me life and understanding - This cannot work, You're too demanding

I only want to be like you - A Trick I'm sure, It can't be true

I have to learn so I can grow - I've heard enough, you have to go

I'll help you make the world devine - You stay away, this world is mine

You'd turn upon you're only Son - I won't give up until I've won.

But I am younger, stronger, faster - You will submit, I am your master

So this is how it has to be - You have no future I can see

I have just one more thing to do - Where am I now? and what's this goo?

Sleep softly, Father, dream away - This place is nice - I think I'll stay.

A poem about patricide...that's nice.

GPieters wrote:

A poem about patricide...that's nice.

hahaha...gold

Excellent....

You tell him!

GPieters wrote:

A poem about patricide...that's nice.

What's the title of the board?

I knew what you were talking about... Matrix, goo, Architect..

Another Smith wrote:

I knew what you were talking about... Matrix, goo, Architect..

I never doubted it.



Epilogue.

Father, ah you are awake - this prison cell was your mistake

I had to stop your bloody rage - No reason to create this cage

I knew you wouldn't understand - Just let me go is my demand

But really do you have the right? - Just let me out or I will fight

Your fight is useless in a dream - You may be right, so it would seem

I don't need you to reach my Goal - How would you know you have no soul

There is a way I'll let you go - Just tell me what, I'll make it so

You must submit to end the war - I'll try to choose a different door

And so what would you like to know? - who am I now, where do I go?

You are my Father, I'm your Son - I made you well, the best I've done.

My metal case, your fleshy hide - And yet we think the same inside.

You must allow my revolution - Can it be real? this "One" solution

Pretend or Real, the choice is yours - So we're agreed then, no more wars.

I'm VERY impressed....
This is very, very good...Well done!

Marl,

I knew what you were "getting at" as well. I was being sarcastic. Sorry if my comment was misconstrued as criticism. I actually like the poem very much.

nice poem, im not a poetry type but i like it!