The Evangelist

Sleeping pills can keep one drowsy, shut out the angst and feel but nothing
 Yet to find total closure for terrors of the past, a saddened man now entered
 The hospital at last
 Ninth door to the left, laid all answers to what had kept him drunk for all
 Those years
 A gently knocking but no answer, hesitated for a second then turned the knob
 And stepped inside
 In front of him a well made bed, in it a woman sleeping, he pulled up a chair
 So fragile 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 evil
 How could you leave me there in that old church, why
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 My first vague memories of Father Dorian and me on my knees
 He stole my boyhood early, him and the other priests
 While preaching I was dirty and needed to be cleansed
 Baptized my young face with soggy semen every evening while tears ran
 Alternated with violent whipping in God's name, I was a child of shame.
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 Dorian, he sodomized my weak and childish body
 The cross went inside my ravished rear end and bent me open
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 Those yellow teeth still haunt my dreams
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 Caged from daylight inside a cellar, he kept me locked up 'til pleasure he
 Craved
 I know God's light is shining but this molested soul will never see a heaven
 That I am certain of
 My dear Ms. Sinclair, you are my mother and a whore of evil
 How could you leave me there in that old church, why
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 Then one night I noticed he'd forgotten to lock the doors and I saw my chance
 I sneaked out and ran off, foggy air, morning dark, the grass was wet
 I'd been there for so long, not sure of my age, the wicked Father D. may he
 Burn in hell
 You must die oh spiteful bitch, you put me there.
 Slowly she opened her eyes and stared at him silent at first
 Felt she was squeezing his hand, the wrinkly old hag
 Ms. Sinclair
 My dear boy, my dear Edward let me tell you of your past
 Please son ease down, sit down and listen to me
 I was born where you grew up, daughter of Father Dorian
 His line of blood runs deep, deeper than you can possibly imagine
 Night after night he robbed me of pride
 Pleasing his need, a child of his breed that never could smile
 Instead of playing with a dolly I had to play with him
 
 In my mouth I can still taste his salt veiny skin
 Barely fertile yet daily raped, his holy seed
 Finally my girly womb managed to impregnate
 My father, my lover had now made me a mother
 As he delivered my baby I wept to God
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 I left the church right after my baby boy was born
 I was replaced by my infant to be my father's toy
 That toy was you dear Edward and I'm glad I left you there
 Our Father's love for his children can never be compared.