my son
my son you are my son i hope you can understand how i may be your father my son i care so i want to tell you that i can see the fire that burns inside you my son i know it well and it is all consuming what it eats is fire and what it makes is more because you are born a warrior and all that will sate his lust is the right type of suffering but burn my son burn for there is a time for burning and a time for cooling down and then you will maybe understand for sure why i am standing here
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What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?
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