I have always been frightened of you, how you smeared saliva below my nose.
You were dead ever since I was eight, twenty years have passed and now I have to kill you again.
You lay behind the altar, I see your portrait, but it's nothing more than a stranger.
This stranger I used to pray who will repeal.
And change you did not, and it crunched my heart into two.
I kneeled and prayed to the background of Taoist chantings.
Rantings, rantings, rantings.
But I said, I do, I do, I do.
The tears I shed were stolen from a crocodile.
You made your bed and I am glad you looked peaceful.
So stranger, stranger, I am finally through.
If I murdered a man, now I have slaughtered two.
"Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more" - Virginia Woolf