A daughters grief
Refuse my existence, my heart, my pain
refuse the cries that prove me insane.
Tis this you taught as early as two
that I was not wanted nor loved by you.
Your heart is cold, unfeeling and callous
a heart filled with contempt, fear and malice.
So why do I try to be a good daughter,
when you have me so sweetly prepared
for the slaughter.
Just like the bull who's time has now come
to be laid to the blade,
you slice my throat with the choices you've made.
Though you are cruel and without care
I leave this thought for you to bare.
Heaven is real and God is your judge
I forgive you dad I hold no grudge.
May God have mercy upon your death
That he will let you enter His rest.
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