Fam(ily)


Some people have a fam(ILY)
Others just have a fam
I am one of those missing
(I) (L)ove (Y)ou in the end
My house is not a home
It is a demolition site
We slave to build a foundation
To tear it down at night
Our tears drown the concrete
Our screams break the glass
Our blood stains the ceiling
Fam(ILY) death is the aftermath
Wrath is overpowering
As the other six dig our graves
With four tombstones labeling
"The Dictator", "The Drunk"
"The Brat", and "The Slave"

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