Luyện nghe bài hát The Evangelist

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

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

In front of him a well made bed, in it a sleeping, he pulled up a chair
So fragile and so helpless, he 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 me there in that old church, why

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

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

Dorian, he sodomized my and childish body
The cross went my ravished rear end and bent me open
yellow teeth still haunt my dreams

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

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

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

Then one night I he'd forgotten 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 there for so long, not of my age, the wicked Father D. may he
burn in
You die oh spiteful bitch, you put me there.

Slowly she opened her and stared at him silent 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 down, sit down and listen to me

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

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

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

I left the church right after my boy was born
I was by my infant to be my father's toy
toy was you dear Edward and I'm glad I left you there
Our love for his children can never be compared.