I hate that you can be called father
you kill me everynight im a girl so i take most of the pain
busted lip and black eye from last nights beating
the welts from your belt stinging
blood in my panties from the night befores raping
they say the name of god is mother and father
on all the lips and hearts of all children
so bless me father for im about to sin
may my sins be forgiven, my sin is wrath
hail mary bless me mother
ill have my vengence
ill wash away your sins in blood
every pain you inflicted on me
will be tripled on you
dont take gods name in vain
i dont believe in god anyway
jesus mary and joseph send me strength
he's got me on all fours
father, son and the holy spirit take me away
place upon my head a crown of thorns
hide my sword under my head
hes driving a stake into me
when i get to heaven save a cross for me
i close my eyes and pray
cant stand to wait out the pain
hes passed out ontop of me again
let me be washed in holy water
let me be reborn in heaven again
hes watching me through satans eyes
my hand reaches under the pillow
the serpents poison working its way through him into me
it doesnt matter i drive the knive into his chest
please let me be fast and accurate
screaming wrenching the devil howels
hes stained with sin his sins cover me
they coat the bed and our skin
the ceiling and walls are dripping
keep driving the knive in
cutting thrashing slicing his throat
opening his mouth to cut out his tongue
memories flooding me anger and pain filling me
ripping out his heart tearing it in two
coughing and choking gagging as im being drowned
in the color that i hate
today is the day
i stand above the evil body
bending between his legs chopping it from his body
so much release cutting him away
father guide me mother in heaven give me my freedom
repent my sins my hands are shaking
the room oozes with the smell of death
no matter how hard i try i cant wash all of you out of me
even in death youre still killing me
every person is the child of god
god loves all his children
sins are forgiven by our lord father
so wash my sins away
its my time to come home but i dont want to go to heaven
now i lay me down to sleep i pray the lord my soul to keep
if i should die before i wake i pray the lord my sould to take
amen
Author notes
OPTION 7::
Satan (or Gaap): Wrath
A contest entry
- Random Options by Megan Awesome.
470 points, ended November 1, 2007, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - 44th Contest by Tarja.
1215 points, ended October 30, 2007, 6 entries
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very strong
i can relate in some ways. the fact that some one who is supposed to love and care for you, hurt so bad is an utter disgrace. it is not right for any one to hurt someone the way you have been hurt so bad, but for a father to do that is horible. i hope that all people who can do that to some one die an excrucating and long and painful death. that way maybe they can feel 1/10 of the pain the have inflicted on us.. i wish you all the best of luck, and keep writin it really does seem to help!!!!!!!!!
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I'm mentoring a girl who's going through this and you describe exactly how she feels. She's finding her life slowly yet she's often described killing her father, she says it as a jest in a smile. There is life for these abuse victims but it's a hard struggle. Yet I believe people who've been through hell and survived it are the strongest people on the planet!
Peace Georgia
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I agree with the others... amazing and hard to read. It was a truly.... morbid piece but nonetheless... a wonderful entry. Thank you.
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This is ... so amazing. I live it. I can't even describe ... how amazing I think this is. I love the way you described the girl killing her father, and praying for forgiveness at the same time. It's heart breaking how many children have to go through this. And even though I am a religious person, I think all of those parents diserve nothing less than this. But this poem ..... like I said I can't even describe. The ending was especially amazing and spine tingling. Describing cutting him up was very gory and graphic, I love it lol. Thank you sosososo much for entering my contest and good luck!!!
Megan -
This was very hard to read - or to stop reading, and belongs to a genre of poetry that I find very hard to comment upon, being a father, husband, lover, son myself and having an impossible time imagining this scenario, while knowing that it might well be true, and certainly has been true for too many, too often. Writing about it must help.
As a poem, this is a very powerful piece of writing; the content, pace, tone and flow are such that it needs no other attributes to move the reader, to compel the reader to finish and remember the poem, and most poems are neither finished nor remembered!
If this is you or someone you know, know that we would all offer comfort if we could. -
excellent
heartbreaking, good detail m just kinda rips ur heart out while ur readin it...
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