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The Last Prayer As I curl up in the shadows with just for company the Moon I hear the clink of empty bottles and know with dread you're coming soon I clasp my hands both tight together and I say a silent prayer To a God who's meant to love me To a God who's never there I hear you start the usual arguement and hear the usual tempers flair Hear the downstairs door crash open and then your footsteps on the stairs He's out again this God of love this God I learnt about in school Then I hear you pull the handle and know the writing's on the wall Again I clasp my hands together and say again my silent prayer To this God who should protect me To this God who's never there Then the door is flung wide open and I see you come inside and know that God's not gonna help me no no, those ****** teachers lied They said that God would save and I believed when curled up in my bed I thought when you walked through that door That God would come and strike you dead that this God who loves all children would come on hearing all my pleas would burn your soul for all eternity and make this constant bruising cease So I clasped my hands together and I said my silent prayers To this God who never hears me To this God who's never there And now your fists start raining down and I have nowhere left to hide my last thought in this bleak conciousness... Those ****** teachers lied... ©HaroldRizla
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC
The Last Prayer..
The Last Prayer As I curl up in the shadows with just for company the Moon I hear the clink of empty bottles and know with dread you're coming soon I clasp my hands both tight together and I say a silent prayer To a God who's meant to love me To a God who's never there I hear you start the usual arguement and hear the usual tempers flair Hear the downstairs door crash open and then your footsteps on the stairs He's out again this God of love this God I learnt about in school Then I hear you pull the handle and know the writing's on the wall Again I clasp my hands together and say again my silent prayer To this God who should protect me To this God who's never there Then the door is flung wide open and I see you come inside and know that God's not gonna help me no no, those ****** teachers lied They said that God would save and I believed when curled up in my bed I thought when you walked through that door That God would come and strike you dead that this God who loves all children would come on hearing all my pleas would burn your soul for all eternity and make this constant bruising cease So I clasped my hands together and I said my silent prayers To this God who never hears me To this God who's never there And now your fists start raining down and I have nowhere left to hide my last thought in this bleak conciousness... Those ****** teachers lied... ©HaroldRizla
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC
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