November 22, 2002
"The prisoners soul" by Anthony

The lies attach to my soul
Like manacles on the wrists of a slave
Suspending me downwards
Into the depths of my own despair
My own depravity

The chains of suppression cut into my wrists
Like the chains of childhood captivity
Confined within societies family of agendas
To be a child of sexual torture
To stop the exiled memories of a mother awakening.

Crucification of a child
With parents as co defendants
And faith as the garment of disguise
The father less father chooses his victim
As a lamb before the altar of Catholicism's
Death of innocence
The children of God.

Posted by paul at November 22, 2002 09:41 AM
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