Luyện nghe bài hát The Evangelist

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 hospital at

Ninth door to the left, all answers to what had kept him drunk for all
years
A gently knocking but no answer, hesitated for a second 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 took her and held it and whispered in her
ear

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

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

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

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

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

I know God's light is shining but this molested soul never 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 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 for so long, not sure of my age, the wicked Father D. may he
in hell
You die oh spiteful bitch, you put me there.

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

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

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

Night after night he robbed me of
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

Barely fertile yet raped, his holy seed
my girly womb managed to impregnate
My father, my had now made me a mother
As he delivered my I wept to God

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