Pains of Torture

I made a mistake,
what are you going to do?
Slap me across the face,
tell me to clean your shoe?

Have I done something wrong?
Your abuse really hurts.
Stop striking me,
my blood might just splurt.

My cheeks are red,
my muscles sore.
You hit me again,
I'm keeping score.

One day,
later on in life,
I'll pay you back,
we'll be locked in a strife.

A kick to the chest,
a punch to the nose.
What you said to me next,
I immediatly froze.

"You love me?!?
How could you whore?!?
You always kick me,
you throw me on the floor!

Now you try to tell me,
this was all out of love?!?
You lying bitch,
you're not from above!"

New news,
I despise it so.
This world is fucked up,
too bad that's all I know.

I've been in here so long,
you've kept me locked up.
I have no possesions,
only a bloody cup.

Stop feeding me shit,
I can see through your lies.
Let me out,
before my spirit dies.

Heaven's got my back,
Hell's got yours.
When I die,
I'm walking through angelic doors.

You get to fall,
through fiery pits.
I won't feel your pain any more,
or your angry fits.

The sky'll welcome me,
while you burn in Hell.
I must say goodbye,
so here it is.
"Farewell"