I wonder if during the darkest gloomiest night fathers stand in front of the living room window with a drink in hand staring at their kids reflection in the mirrored window and mutter thanks a lot big head, I'll have to work forever to put you through college and your mothers works are bigger then the Brooklyn tunnel thanks to your skull.
I wish to kill you now.
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My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
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