The Evangelist-Spawn of Possession

[00:45.64]Sleeping pills can keep one drowsy, shut out the angst and feel but nothing [00:52.52]Yet to find total closure for terrors of the past, a saddened man now entered the hospital at last [00:59.09] [01:00.17]Ninth door to the left, laid all answers to what had kept him drunk for all those years [01:07.26]A gently knocking but no answer, hesitated for a second then turned the knob and stepped inside [01:14.33] [01:15.59]In front of him a well made bed, in it a woman sleeping, he pulled up a chair [01:22.63]So fragile and so helpless, he took her hand and held it and whispered in her ear [01:30.13] [01:30.59]“My dear Ms. Sinclair, you are my mother and a whore of evil [01:34.23]How could you leave me there in that old church, why [01:40.10] [01:44.73]My first vague memories of Father Dorian and me on my knees [01:51.17]He stole my boyhood early, him and the other priests [01:54.69]While preaching I was dirty and needed to be cleansed [02:00.37] [02:08.09]Baptized my young face with soggy semen every evening while tears ran [02:12.74]Alternated with violent whipping in God’s name, I was a child of shame. [02:17.97] [02:49.40]Dorian, he sodomized my weak and childish body [02:56.48]The cross went inside my ravished rear end and bent me open [03:12.20]Those yellow teeth still haunt my dreams [03:17.47] [03:35.54]Caged from daylight inside a cellar, he kept me locked up‘til pleasure he craved [03:43.52]I know God’s light is shining but this molested soul will never see a heaven that I am certain of [03:50.16] [03:51.21]My dear Ms. Sinclair, you are my mother and a whore of evil [03:54.58]How could you leave me there in that old church, why [04:00.41] [04:05.86]Then one night I noticed he’d forgotten to lock the doors and I saw my chance [04:10.53]I sneaked out and ran off, foggy air, morning dark, the grass was wet [04:15.45]I’d been there for so long, not sure of my age, the wicked Father D. may he burn in hell [04:29.23]You must die oh spiteful bitch, you put me there.” [04:36.56] [04:36.57]Solo [05:05.28] [05:13.13]Slowly she opened her eyes and stared at him silent at first [05:19.34]Felt she was squeezing his hand, the wrinkly old hag [05:24.59] [05:25.12]“My dear boy, my dear Edward let me tell you of your past [05:31.34]Please son ease down, sit down and listen to me [05:38.07] [05:51.73]I was born where you grew up, daughter of Father Dorian [05:57.97]His line of blood runs deep, deeper than you can possibly imagine [06:05.36] [06:06.43]Night after night he robbed me of pride [06:11.80]Pleasing his need, a child of his breed that never could smile [06:17.78]Instead of playing with a dolly I had to play with him [06:27.48]In my mouth I can still taste his salt veiny skin [06:33.12] [06:48.68]Barely fertile yet daily raped, his holy seed [06:53.81]Finally my girly womb managed to impregnate [07:03.62]My father, my lover had now made me a mother [07:07.38]As he delivered my baby I wept to God [07:14.29] [07:25.06]Solo [08:01.83] [08:02.54]I left the church right after my baby boy was born [08:05.84]I was replaced by my infant to be my father’s toy [08:09.21]That toy was you dear Edward and I’m glad I left you there [08:12.75]Our Father’s love for his children can never be compared.”