The year has turned it’s circle,
The seasons come and go!
The harvest all gathered in,
And the chilly north wind blows.
The fields, Their yellow grain.
So open wide that doorway!
CAUSE THANKSGIVING COMES AGAIN!

My name is Christian, I am three
And on this very night, daddy hurt me.
Mommy’s never home! She says she still loves me!
But I still have this slight disagree.
Daddy is Abusive and is always late for work! He still blames me.
One night he came home from work, covered in grease.
He yelled all night and fussed you see!
He blames me for my sisters death, and for all the problems caused ahead.
But I still smiled knowing that he hurt me.
“You ungrateful brat! My boss fired me because of you!”
“I’m sorry daddy! What did I do..?”
He grabbed my little body, and slammed it in the wall!
“You an mistake of a child” he screamed from afar.
He punched, and punched and stomped my head!
“DADDY, PLEASE” I screamed.
After those last 2 words, my body laid still on the floor...
My name is Christian, I am 3
And on this very night daddy murdered me.
Ask the death man he heard it to.