NEVER LIKE THE ONE I COME FROM
An Angel,
How could you breathe life into someone so twisted, rotten to the core?
A Beauty,
How can something that came from you be so ugly, inside and out?
A Queen,
A calamity your face sits on a peasant, so unworthy of your image.
A Warrior,
How can an offspring of yours be this weak and pathetic?
A Champion,
A shame you bore a loser that is always defeated, giving nothing but disgrace.
A Saint,
How come something that's supposed to be of you have turned out so viscous, cruel and unkind?
But the real question is,
How can someone as perfect as you beget a monster like me?
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