Pity thee

He stood there yelling. "Im tired of you trying to model me, you wanna help,
Then guide me!, Shepard me! but don't force me into a bottle ,"
Instantly his voice fell hollow, shattered across the cobblestone,...

For his father wallowed in the decadent lifestyle
Of a man-made selfish-like divinity,
So unconditionally loved his son,
More so though if he was beneficially pleasing,
Not a =train wreck= like so many have seen....

In the eyes of the father,
Written in stature blood on the chest of his adolescent son read "Pity Me"

He was Innocent of greed and mass appeal....
The father was the host of it. it's He is "who" needs the pity...
His son used every bit of himself to stomach into a talk,
With his sinned father in between every meal,
He found that TRUE evil got the better end of "parenthood" deal,