He thought he was in touch with the Lord ranting, and raving from the pulpit with his Bible like a sword! I was five and Oh, so bored thinking this is so twisted, and messed up these men wouldn't even allow make-up "Get thee behind me" is what they'd shout Again, I'm only five thinking this is f-d' up No doctors for bleeding ears just a ton of painful crying tears loss of hearing being just one thing that her religion brought onto me the pain that I endured you can't imagine the nightmare that occurred but my Mother denies it to this day saying to accept it all today like lying to yourself putting your feelings on a shelf I cannot deny this past.... but, I have uncaged myself at last.
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