she was 15. but had secrets. nobody knew what went on with her and her father behind doors. demons sick way of consuming her. she asked god where he was at. she didnt see him. body numbing was the only way out. until that surindge was in her hand... no more pain. angels gathered but demons conceived generations we pray to god they dont prey on innocence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem