Posted by Lemonaide on August 17, 2008, at 11:21:59
Even though you
Chased me with
Scary knives,
You were just
Modeling the
Only normal
We ever knew.
Protecting you
I tried so hard
To keep you
From the
Wrath of
the devilness.
You died
In your sleep,
At 36, from
An abused
Brain seizure,
Probably the
Best you could
Hope for.
Perhaps
God's
Forgiveness
Of the life
You endured.
You are now
Safe from her.
The memories,
The injuries,
Can't hurt
Anymore.
Don't worry,
I will make
Sure All
Will know
What a
Monster
She was
To us
While I
Try to
Figure out
What was
God's
Purpose for
The torture
We endured
And why
Folks say
Good is good.
poster:Lemonaide
thread:846822
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