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

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

In front of him a made bed, in it a woman 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 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 semen every evening while tears ran
Alternated with violent whipping in name, I was a child of shame.

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

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

I God's light is shining but this molested soul will never see a heaven
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

one night I noticed 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 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 at him silent at first
Felt she was squeezing his hand, the old hag

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

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

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

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

I left the church right my baby boy was born
I was replaced by my infant to be my toy
That toy was you dear and I'm glad I left you there
Our Father's love for his can never be compared.