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Sleeping can keep one drowsy, shut out the angst and feel but nothing
Yet to total closure for terrors of the past, a saddened man now entered
the hospital at

Ninth door to the left, laid all answers to what had him drunk for all
those
A gently knocking but no answer, hesitated for a second turned the knob
and stepped

In front of him a well made bed, in it a sleeping, he pulled up a chair
So and so helpless, he took her hand and held it and whispered in her
ear

My dear Ms. Sinclair, you are my mother and a whore of
How could you leave me in that old church, why

My first vague memories of Father Dorian and me on my
He stole my boyhood early, him and the other
While preaching I was dirty and needed to be

Baptized my young face with soggy every evening while tears ran
Alternated with whipping in God's name, I was a child of shame.

Dorian, he sodomized my weak and childish
The went inside my ravished rear end and bent me open
Those yellow teeth haunt my dreams

Caged from daylight inside a cellar, he kept me up 'til pleasure he

I know God's is shining but this molested soul will never see a heaven
that I am of

My Ms. Sinclair, you are my mother and a whore of evil
How could you me there in that old church, why

Then one night I noticed he'd to lock the doors and I saw my chance
I sneaked out and ran off, foggy air, morning dark, the was wet
I'd been for so long, not sure of my age, the wicked Father D. may he
burn in
You die oh spiteful bitch, you put me there.

Slowly she opened her eyes and stared at him at first
Felt she was squeezing his hand, the old hag

Ms.
My dear boy, my dear Edward let me you of your past
Please son ease down, sit down and to me

I was born where you grew up, daughter of Father
His line of blood runs deep, than you can possibly imagine

Night night he robbed me of pride
Pleasing his need, a child of his breed never could smile
Instead of playing with a dolly I had to play him
In my mouth I can taste his salt veiny skin

fertile yet daily raped, his holy seed
Finally my womb managed to impregnate
My father, my lover had now made me a
As he delivered my I wept to God

I left the church after my baby boy was born
I was replaced by my to be my father's toy
That toy was you dear Edward and I'm glad I left you
Our Father's for his children can never be compared.