Years of hunger, Father’s dying so sons may live, Mother loves her babe born of rape, endured and hardened by Nature.

The varying possibilities and generational endurance that lead to me.

What became of all they did what they made?

A mentally ruined man child whose seed only enters toilets and falls on bathroom floors, a line that stayed extinction now depends on its weakest spawn.

Not often thought of those that led to us. The seemingly infinite variations of worlds that led here now only a passing thought as the one they did it all for rots within himself.