Father to Son

Thought I'd post another one...



Father to Son


You can fight
You can hide
Or you can run
But you will run for the rest of your life
Which,
If you're lucky,
Will be about three hours
There are only so many places
In the old mansion's estate to hide
There is no way out
That we haven't got covered
And now we are coming in
Coming in to get you
Coming in to kill you
We are professionals
But this is personal
We know what you did
And we know who you did it to
And we will make sure
That there is no trial
We have been judge
And we have been jury
Now we are the executioners
And you are our subject
Mercy?
The only mercy
That you will get from us
Is that we will make sure
That you die
Quickly or painfully
We don't mind either way
But you will die
And you will do so
Within the next three hours.
We don't want answers
We don't want reasons
We have no need
For motives
We only want your life
To end
Today.
The only way that
You can prevent us
From killing you
Is to kill yourself first
We don't mind
As long as you die.
You can run
You can fight
You can hide
You can plead
But none of that
Will make any difference
To the outcome
Which will be your death.
I am your father
I brought you into this world
And now
I am going to take you out of it.


Thank you,
Love and best,
Your Friend,
John.

:hugs:
(c) John Hilton.