The Evangelist - Spawn of Possession

Sleeping pills can keep one drowsy

Shut out the angst and feel but nothing

Yet to find total closure for terrors of the past

A saddened man now entered the hospital at last

Ninth door to the left

Laid all answers to what had kept him drunk

For all those years

A gently knocking but no answer

Hesitated for a second

Then turned the knob and stepped inside

In front of him a well made bed

In it a woman sleeping, he pulled up a chair

So fragile and so helpless

He took her hand and held it

And whispered in her ear

Edward

«My dear Ms. Sinclair, you are my mother and a whore of evil

How could you leave me there in that old church, why

My first vague memories of Father Dorian and me on my knees

He stole my boyhood early, him and the other priests

While preaching I was dirty and needed to be cleansed

Baptized my young face with soggy semen

Every evening while tears ran

Alternated with violent whipping in God’s name

I was a child of shame

Dorian, he sodomized my weak and childish body

The cross went inside my ravished rear end and bent me open

Those yellow teeth still haunt my dreams

Caged from daylight inside a cellar

He kept me locked up 'til pleasure he craved

I know God’s light is shining

But this molested soul will never see

A heaven that I am certain of

My dear Ms. Sinclair

You are my mother and a whore of evil

How could you leave me there

In that old church, why

Then one night I noticed he’d forgotten

To lock the doors and I saw my chance

I sneaked out and ran off, foggy air

Morning dark, the grass was wet

I’d been there for so long, not sure of my age

The wicked Father D. may he burn in hell

You must die oh spiteful bitch, you put me there"

Slowly she opened her eyes and stared at him silent at first

Felt she was squeezing his hand, the wrinkly old hag

Ms. Sinclair

«My dear boy, my dear Edward let me tell you of your past

Please son ease down, sit down and listen to me

I was born where you grew up

Daughter of Father Dorian

His line of blood runs deep

Deeper than you can possibly imagine

Night after night he robbed me of pride

Pleasing his need, a child of his breed that never could smile

Instead of playing with a dolly I had to play with him

In my mouth I can still taste his salt veiny skin

Barely fertile yet daily raped, his holy seed

Finally my girly womb managed to impregnate

My father, my lover had now made me a mother

As he delivered my baby I wept to God

I left the church right after my baby boy was born

I was replaced by my infant to be my father’s toy

That toy was you dear Edward and I’m glad I left you there

Our Father’s love for his children can never be compared"