I grew strong

He died, my father, and i grew strong
belonging to his heart and soul
to his blood, I ran through rigmarole
and chanced, danced, through the midnight
the moonlit pretty stars of a universe
my father died and yet I grew strong.
the fiddle played and yet we craved
to lie in a meadow on that summers day
to laugh and cry in equal hour
till the time grew different
untill the taste turned sour,
and i loved a part of you
and wished till the day drew long
that my daddy didn't die,and that I grew strong.
I hope my life never grows incomplete
that the cancer never caught him, obsolete
that the bitches in hell come and see me first
the Satan's sons feel to outburst
the spawn of sins and memory relapsed,
because maybe its my time to make their heart collapse
don't ever take my father away
because this time I will address, this point again
there is no sun to shine no more
without a hand to catch you before you fall
I cant stop loving you
its what i do
i write poetry about it,
You gave me the strength daddy
to live tall and long
but you passed away, and yet I grew strong.
I will arm wrestle with the Devil himself
challenge him to absolve, and give in
challenge his chess game, his chest gains
his thoughts and his sins
just to keep you daddy close to me
so the nature of souls cant take you away
because it was way too brief
and i am way too long
that a decade passed
and kept in,
and I still grew strong.