Inherited

Inherited

Father, I inherited your blood, not your revenge 

Robbed in millions, excluded by the society. 

Rober has died and with whom I seek vengeance.  

Society turned better and your past is your anxiety. ‘

Father, I inherited your blood but not your fire. 

Fire burning your bones and my future to ash. 

The story repeated every new night, my ears were tired.

The story has fueled my nightmare, the hero is hurt and brash.

Father, I inherited your blood but not the black blood.

Strong Prince, his story turned out like Julius Caesar's, blood turned black.

All taken from you is lost from them and the past is all dust and dead.

Father is hungry for more but revenge is not my knack.

Father, I inherited your blood but not your war. 

How long should I wage this war?

How long should I live with the dead?

How long should I be the killer, in this useless war?

Father, I inherited your blood, your son, but not your pawn.

Love strings attached to my mind, strings of desires.

Endless desire cutting wish wings, you being a con.

You escaped the heat with coconut water, and I got used as a coir. 

Father, I inherited your blood but not your love. 

We both played this game called Love. 

We both pretended the role but we never cared.

We were just businessmen, and our relationship was a business tool.

Father, I inherited your blood but not the truth.

For ages, we have been lying to win and gain.

Feeding poisons food, controlling my growth and

Because of you Feurer, I lack a wisdom tooth

Buried under your dead desires and mine, lost to pain.

Father, I inherited your blood but not true feelings.

Tomorrow our paths might never meet, but I will feel nothing.

You are in pain, and regretful tears don't move my heart.

My heart is in Antarctica, not feeling a thing but hope.

That one day summer reaches our hearts and we can start again someday.