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Sleeping pills can keep one drowsy, shut out the angst and feel but
Yet to find total closure for terrors of the past, a saddened man now
the hospital at

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

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

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

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

Baptized my face with soggy semen 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 cross went inside my ravished rear end and me open
Those teeth still haunt my dreams

from 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
I am certain of

My Ms. Sinclair, you are my mother 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, air, morning dark, the grass was wet
I'd been there for so long, not sure of my age, the Father D. may he
burn in
You must die oh bitch, you put me there.

Slowly she her eyes 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 tell you of your
son ease down, sit down and listen to me

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

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

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

I left the church right after my baby boy was
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 children can be compared.