the day my father killed himself colourful science was all i knew, amidst mounds of many a colourless hues, flags of sparkles were splattered through, the walking dead, with no court, no sue. just a shot of gun, right in his head for, i am his son, of Fuhrer The Bad.— % & today is his birthday lol. ps. hats off if you get it #hitler #poetry #theunsungquill