When I was little, my father was famous
He was the greatest samurai in the empire
And he was the Shogun's decapitator
He cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords
It was a bad time for the empire
The Shogun just stayed inside his castle and he never came out
People said his brain was infected by devils
My father would come home, he would forget about the killings
He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the Shogun was scared of him
Maybe that was the problem
Then, one night, the Shogun sent his ninja spies to our house
They were supposed to kill my father but they didn't
That was the night everything changed
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you deserved a rose garden, with all the thorns picked off. you deserved a spring cascading out from the mountains, nourishing and replenishing you. you deserved waves washing over your feet, and the salty smell of an ocean breeze. you deserved a banquet with everyone who ever loved you, and god there were so many. you deserved sweet touches, knowing nothing more was expected, knowing you were more than enough. you deserved a reprieve, the hyenas taking an afternoon nap, and you flourishing in their absence. you deserved every gentle word, every reassurance that you were here and safe and no longer to be harmed. you deserved to never have been harmed. you deserved to know a life outside of constant pain and suffering, and you deserved that kind of a life with him.
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