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A.W. Nutter Silently creeping through the hall Concealed in the darkness of night From God’s grace I will surely fall My hate bringing me such delight The handle turns easily in my hand As your door opens without a sound Emotionally trapped in sinking sand Realizing I’ve entered unholy ground Induced pain and sinful transgressions Floods my mind, causing me to digress Lowering the axe in fear and frustration Screaming out to heaven in my distress My demon awakens, grabbing an arm Devil's child, trapped in Satan's web Beaten into submission, easily disarmed Forced on a path, angels refuse to tread A cold wet tongue slides across my back Completely devouring my spiritual essence A game of humiliation, before the attack Slowly destroying my childish innocence Forced to my knees, I see the axe Mirrored blade reflecting a coward As his leather belt caresses my back The axe is swung with all my power Dark red spray, stings my open sores Blood soaking me like a pouring rain As his twitching body falls to the floor Demons turn, to scream out in pain Returning to my room in disbelief Trying to comprehend what I had done Curling up on my bed, feeling safe Patiently waiting for morning to come
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