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

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

In of him a well 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 me there in that old church, why

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

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

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

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

I know 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, air, morning dark, the grass was wet
I'd been there for so long, not sure of my age, the wicked D. may he
in hell
You die oh spiteful bitch, you put me there.

Slowly she opened her eyes and stared at him silent at
she was squeezing his hand, the wrinkly 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, daughter of Father
His line of blood runs deep, than you can possibly imagine

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

Barely fertile yet daily raped, his seed
Finally my girly managed to impregnate
My father, my lover had now made me a
As he delivered my baby I 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.