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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?"