By reading this poem
you are agreeing to see horrific things
that you will want to stop,
but won't be able to unless you stop reading...
but this world is full of choices,
and ignoring the truth will not change a thing.
Chained to the mattress on the concrete floor,
God's voice in the background
echoing around the cold room,
letting us know his anger,
yet I never heard his voice once
in all those times I prayed.
Secret children violated,
we were all too young to lead
so had to instead follow a leader,
and that would require special discipline and training.
It all started with our heads being held under Holy Water,
until we promised between each gasping breath,
the no one would tell.
God's Promise
God's Promise
Shame The Devil
Follow His Promise!
Our spirits had been tainted with evil,
and we had to cleanse our bodies from the sin,
from the Devil's seeds of evil that was within.
God's Promise
God's Promise
Shame The Devil
And Free Your Soul!
