We watch how often love turns ugly,
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how many faces are sculpted
by history, by rage. We learn.
All the Imago therapy in the world doesn't change this:
Those you've taught, who've learned from watching,
know how to use all you've used.
Those you've taught by example, well.
They know how to kill.
You have only yourself to blame,
and though you aren't worthy of warnings,
let me remind you, now that I've grown up
watered by your reign, fed by your hand:
It's in me to kill.
You would be best served
if you never forgot this.