.  Smashing and crashing and angry noises
Name themselves as Mommy's toyses
   And only when the last enemy's killed
Can Mommy's tears cease being spilled.

   So **** and slash and mutilate:
Spill out your rage - and all your hate.
  Cause when you're done and they're all dead,
We know you'll tuck us in to bed.

   With our goodnight kiss, we'll say our prayers;
You'll ask our dreams to ease our cares.
   And when we wake up, fresh and bright,
You'll be happy, and hold us tight.

.    Father, I have seen you
haunting my footsteps,
     judging harshly my own
actions, and I fear that
     I will follow the way
you have chosen for me.
     But that path, however
narrow, is not where my
     heart lies, and so on
I go, my own way. Will
     you forgive me? Or,
perhaps, when all is said
     and done, the question
to be answered is,
     can I forgive you?