Fathere, S Sins Poem by david gerardino

hush, some one s coming up the steps.
hes a wolf, a demon, a nut job, better clean
my room before this beast shows its real
teath, or face.
HUSH, we can do this, just shut my eyes,
and pretend that JESUS is holding my
hand, mean while i feel no pain, just the
same stuff differnt day.
HUSH, hes about to open your door, so
put on a brave face and when its over
put a bullet in his f g head.
HUSH, it was only a dream...