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

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

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 and a whore of evil
How could you leave me there in old church, why

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

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

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

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 see a heaven
that I am of

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

Then one night I noticed he'd forgotten to lock the and I saw my chance
I out and ran off, foggy air, morning dark, the grass was wet
I'd been there for so long, not 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 at him silent at first
she was squeezing his hand, the wrinkly old hag

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

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

Night after night he robbed me of
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

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 I wept 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 dear and I'm glad I left you there
Our love for his children can never be compared.