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She stands by the window waiting As the tears stream down her face "One day soon, I'll leave him", she says As she hangs her head in disgrace Beaten and battered, her bruises still hurt With only the slightest of touch For fifteen years, she's taken it When will it be too much? Her family have all deserted her For they just can't understand How can she say that she loves him When he's such a horrible man? His car pulls in their driveway She shutters as he slams the door She wipes her tears and puts on her smile As her husband approaches, once more She says, "Hi honey, how was your day?" When she smells it on his breath For he'd been drinking most of the day And she knew he'd beat her to death He grabs her by the hair of her head And he throws her to the floor She points the revolver and pulls the trigger And screams, "You wont hurt me anymore" Her lawyers called it self defense But she just sat there and stared "He was a piece of trash", they said, "It's not like anybody cared" Aquitted of all of her charges She leaves to start a new life She councils and tells her story Of her years as Satan's wife
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Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 11:06 AM UTC
Satan's Wife
She stands by the window waiting As the tears stream down her face "One day soon, I'll leave him", she says As she hangs her head in disgrace Beaten and battered, her bruises still hurt With only the slightest of touch For fifteen years, she's taken it When will it be too much? Her family have all deserted her For they just can't understand How can she say that she loves him When he's such a horrible man? His car pulls in their driveway She shutters as he slams the door She wipes her tears and puts on her smile As her husband approaches, once more She says, "Hi honey, how was your day?" When she smells it on his breath For he'd been drinking most of the day And she knew he'd beat her to death He grabs her by the hair of her head And he throws her to the floor She points the revolver and pulls the trigger And screams, "You wont hurt me anymore" Her lawyers called it self defense But she just sat there and stared "He was a piece of trash", they said, "It's not like anybody cared" Aquitted of all of her charges She leaves to start a new life She councils and tells her story Of her years as Satan's wife
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Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 11:06 AM UTC
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