I used to love to sing,
with my lads from the alter.
Unison in song
and praised by the fathers.
After the prays were over,
the congregation was home,
a father standing by me,
prowling in his robe.
"Follow me, my son"
with his stern, demanding voice,
Terrified and staggered,
I had no other choice.
Praying for my Lord,
the only way I know.
Make this devil stop,
I only want to go.
Silence to everyone,
no one will believe.
Suffering inside,
makes me want bleed.
Ten years later now,
the pain will only stay,
burning up my soul,
so much left to say.
I will never forgive him,
he committed the biggest sin,
MAY YOU ROT IN HELL!!
YOU ARE GOING TO THE PEN! !
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
I used to love to sing,
with my lads from the alter.
Unison in song
and praised by the fathers.
After the prays were over,
the congregation was home,
a father standing by me,
prowling in his robe.
"Follow me, my son"
with his stern, demanding voice,
Terrified and staggered,
I had no other choice.
Praying for my Lord,
the only way I know.
Make this devil stop,
I only want to go.
Silence to everyone,
no one will believe.
Suffering inside,
makes me want bleed.
Ten years later now,
the pain will only stay,
burning up my soul,
so much left to say.
I will never forgive him,
he committed the biggest sin,
MAY YOU ROT IN HELL!!
YOU ARE GOING TO THE PEN! !
