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Little

 Yesterday I had a little thought
Inside my little head
My prayers had been answered
And my father was dead
But this little thought
Was a little thought that lied
And despite my prayer he hadn’t died

Another 9 years of dogs abuse
From the drunkard lord of all things obtuse
Who only hugged in order to crush
And the sexual abuse he wanted to hush
For all this pain I should probably bill him
But I had a little thought
Inside my little head
I should probably just kill him
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