The Lord Himself

I wait for my father to pass by my door  
I hope and pray... pray he forgets I exist but..  
Karma is a fucked up bitch he comes in my room and  
rapes me to his a-bliss  
I'm scared and alive and I wish I wasn't  
I stay still and cry I dare not try to runaway from this  
pain for if I do he'll turn me black and blue  
Beat my body to its death all bruised and broken left to bleed out.. so I try to drift away
in my dreams I wish I could stay  
the Lord himself tells me "Child do not worry I'm Going to help"  
I wake up from my sweet sweet dream only to remember my fucked  up father...  
Clothes off laying down next to me but the Lord kept his promise and made a  
"Mistake" told the angel of death to take to take my fathers life a man who abused and raped his daughter..
Tonight I dream of the lord himself as he ask's "Child did I help?"