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

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

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

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

Baptized my young face with soggy semen every evening while ran
Alternated with violent whipping in name, I was a child of shame.

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

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

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

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

Then one 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 there for so long, not sure of my age, the wicked Father D. may he
burn in
You must die oh bitch, you put me there.

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

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

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

after 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 still his salt veiny skin

fertile 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 baby I to God

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