I have experienced the greatest darkness in this realm and tasted the fruit of the tree picked from the greatest wurhering heights (we’ll) call that love… I have smashed my way through mountains of pain and glimpsed God in the mirror as well as in the face of my daughter. I have seen it, I have been it… I possess something powerful.. A weapon of types.. this thing I have they call it ‘a heart’ I believe beyond the minds egoic structure mine (mein herz) to be in mass proportion. I have faced death several times, and spat in its fucking face.. All for the love of a child that would grow up without a father. There is an inert capacity within me see, to never give up.. if it was my choice I would throw myself to the fucking fire.. For it is worth nothing, come the end of the day, month, year, but my Isabella is worth the relentless brutality…
Throw it all to flame, your black Fucking soul for your atrocities against my humanity…
Chris Canham.