Whispered lullabies of evil
Nursery of hate
Raise a child clothed in sin
Expect her to be great
Teach her all the devils trade
And beat her when she fails
Rape her when you're in the mood
Smother when she wails
Cover up the bruises
It's best they aren't seen
No one wants to help a bitch
At least that's how it seems
Blood now stains her memories
Her childhood, it dyes
She'll never know what freedom is
As long as you're alive.
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Thoughts of the Fallen
PoetryAn inside look at those of us who embrace the darkness within. Read at your own risk. Contains sexual language/content, references to rape, alcohol, drugs, abuse, heaven/hell, suicide, murder, self-harm, demons, sacrilegious language/actions/concept...
