Last Wishes

Your
Last
Wishes
Assumed all
Would go glass-smooth.
But forests are dark places,
And your children are no longer innocent.
Calming
Seas
Mask storms.
I now shed
my obligation.
So pour your wrath down from above.
On

Me.
Your heirs
Scorn me too.

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