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

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 stepped

In front of him a well made bed, in it a woman sleeping, he pulled up a
So fragile and so helpless, he 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 memories of Father Dorian and me on my knees
He stole my boyhood early, him and the other
While preaching I was dirty and to be cleansed

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

Dorian, he my weak and childish body
The cross went inside my ravished rear end and me open
Those yellow teeth still 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
I am certain of

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

Then one night I noticed he'd 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 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 opened her eyes and stared at him silent at
Felt she was his hand, the wrinkly old hag

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

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

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

Barely fertile yet daily raped, his seed
Finally my girly 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 after my boy was born
I was replaced by my infant to be my toy
That toy was you dear Edward and I'm glad I left you
Our Father's love for his can never be compared.