The Father I sit in a dark corner Waiting for my demise Why is he so evil? Can't he see her lies? I fear him so Even though he's my own A father, never atoned For the things he had done wrong Everlasting, for however long I wished he'd stop The beatings with rocks Not physically per say But enough to have ruined everyday He doesn't notice what he's doing now He's blinded by love, married to a deceiving cow She plays tricks She calls us sick Problems of her lives Even though it was ours in which she dived I know it sounds rude, but you know nothing of The loss of him, the father I once loved. True story.
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