My Father, Die

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The world was not

round, not from where I

stood, watching the sun wither

into the shadows.

It left me knee deep

in the winter water.

I used to be

comfortable in the dark,

listening to the

wind scream and howl,

snapping branches off family

trees, casting them down stream

into the mouth of

the Mississippi,

into the heart of

what I call home.

What if she doesn't like me?

It don't matter if

she's likes you, man.

She loves me.

She would do it if I ask her to.

Besides, you're

my little brother.

Wherever I go, you go.

Ok?

Ok?

Yes, sir.

All right.

Don't call me sir, faggot.

F*ck you.

What if I don't like her?

I thought you

said you liked her.

What if she doesn't like me,

or what if I change my mind?

No.

No.

No.

No, man.

It's easy.

Once you're inside, all you

got to do is pump like this.

Look.

Unh.

Unh.

Boom.

Check it.

Unh.

Unh.

Boom.

Don't laugh at me.

No, man.

No.

No.

No.

Look.

Look.

It's like this, ok.

Boom.

You start with the titties.

Ok.

Start with the titties first.

Ok?

And you work your way down.

How you doing?

Over there.

Ok.

Then you go, unh.

Yeah.

Ow.

Then you turn and you go, boom.

Boom.

I'm going to butter

your biscuits...

Oh, yeah.

Bitch.

Hey, Nana!

Hey, Nana!

Hey, Nana!

Hey.

What the f*ck are

you yelling for?

You're trying to

wake up my mother?

Well, shit, we

ain't got all day.

Hey, Asher.

The world is warped.

My brother, Chester,

he taught me that.

Chester said love

is for the weak.

I disagree.

I think he's dead wrong.

Don't you think it's a

little weird with your brother

watching?

Look, buddy, I'm

going in with her.

You just look through the

window and you take notes.

Ok?

Goddamn it.

It's fucking cold.

You're my foot soldier.

Remember?

Yeah.

Oh.

Keep an eye out for

any trouble, man.

Cause I

seen it with my own eyes.

Just as clears as I see a

slug slither from one wall

to another, it's

like being sucked

into the bottom of a bottomless

pit only to be spat out again.

She saw my silhouette, my

shadow behind the glass.

Nothing more than a smudge

of a boy in the dark.

I smell blood and rain and

mud, but I hear nothing.

My father's fingers ripped

me out of the ground

like something rotten.

My ears rang out like the whole

world was screaming at once.

God, wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait

why you fucking

cheating on me, girl?

With my son!

Huh?

I'll fucking kill you!

This is my father's

way of silencing the world.

A vain

attempt to prove himself a god.

If only the emotions

I felt were natural,

natural in the same way

venom is to the snake.

The ground tried

to swallow me up.

Mother earth knows

like moves in cycles.

Better to stop

what was already in motion.

I spent years together

killing Viet Cong.

My hands knotted

into little fists,

and I screamed with

my first death word.

Chester.

Chester.

But Chester was gone.

By the power of the almighty,

let these men break

free in Jesus' name.

All men are free!

Amazing, ain't it, Asher?

It's amazing what

the lord can do.

I said it's amazing what the

lord can do, ain't it, Asher?

Preacher Michael: Deliver his message.

Told me to start the

temple of bodily saints.

Oh, yeah.

And skin that gator

before he starts to rot.

It's been a day already.

Oh, and Asher.

Hey, Asher, take out the trash.

Lazy.

Lazy since the day he was born.

Preacher Michael: Jesus is good to me.

Buck, would you lead us in?

I know this is

unexpected, and I'm sorry.

Don't make me no happier.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Hello, Asher.

You know hunting

season's done, right?

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