Jesus Must Be Busy

the wrath of darkness seeks her revenge,
as the sun dies away,
the street lights flicker,
and the moon hides his face behind a dark veil

stars peek in and out of the thick blanket of clouds,
trying not to bee seen,
a tall oak shivers in fear,
when a dark Mercedes pulls into my drive way

the lights go dim,
and the car stops humming,
he's coming for me,
i just know it

'father's home, '
i whisper to myself in agony,
he's gonna do it again
'father's home'

I run to my closet and lock myself inside,
i quiet my screaing tears,
the floor outside my room squeaks,
'fathers home'

my door comes crashing down,
and i know its only seconds till he finds me,
i bury myself under clothes,
and begin to say a simple prayer

'Jesus,
please stop the beatings,
i don't wanna hurt no mores Jesus,
i just wanna be free'

'free to fly,
and roam the skies,
and live in a place,
where daddy never comes home,
Amen'

its useless,
i know,
i understand,
jesus must be busy
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
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