The Larcenist creeps in their graves might be so<\/p>\n
but what they \u00a0did to us God alone needs to know<\/p>\n
their unbelievable arrogance an repugnance we knew<\/p>\n
that loathing and hostility that really was true<\/p>\n
as children the buggery was hard to bear<\/p>\n
an abomination a world of despair<\/p>\n
our teachers were monsters<\/p>\n
denouncing their role<\/p>\n
Killing our spirit taking over our soul<\/p>\n
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such soreness the offences the smouldering pain<\/p>\n
and bitter resentment blood falling like rain<\/p>\n
revengefulness spite it was all everywhere<\/p>\n
an affront to our being and our being aware<\/p>\n
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stolen from parents whose love was supreme<\/p>\n
so much indignation tantrums that scream<\/p>\n
gnashing our teeth resenting the need<\/p>\n
to be beaten and vanquished and just left to bleed<\/p>\n
imagine it will you teachers their scowl<\/p>\n
their rancour so virulent yes every foul<\/p>\n
deed in their armoury they yes did share<\/p>\n
splenetic and spiteful that they were not there<\/p>\n
How we suffered alone incensed by it all<\/p>\n
we foamed at the mouth for no one heard our call<\/p>\n
frenzied they beat us our backsides as red<\/p>\n
as the fire in the grate yes when we lay dead<\/p>\n
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venting their spleen insulting our need<\/p>\n
we carried their cross and their every misdeed<\/p>\n
we never knew love not from these bastards they<\/p>\n
were irascible \u00a0pricks at the end of the day<\/p>\n
such provocation yes the last straw<\/p>\n
Embittered were we our bodies raw<\/p>\n
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burning and speechless on the cold floor<\/p>\n
Our feet and toes bleeding we couldn\u2019t take anymore<\/p>\n
Forbidding and ugly like tinder they burned<\/p>\n
bruised us and cut us and no one was \u00a0concerned<\/p>\n
thousands beaten blue left to die where we lay<\/p>\n
vicious their acerbity their unholy way<\/p>\n
Of life in the raw, such gloating joy<\/p>\n
merciless fiendishness they did employ.<\/p>\n
buried us one by one in the damp ground<\/p>\n
all lost forever to heaven bound<\/p>\n
their mean profanity their ugly guile<\/p>\n
and all of those bastards would never face trial<\/p>\n
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the Church no pity, the church no heart<\/p>\n
intolerant bastards right from the start<\/p>\n
mistrust and envy rotten to the core<\/p>\n
how I loved my \u00a0mother and wanted her more.<\/p>\n
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The Larcenist creeps in their graves might be so but what they \u00a0did to us God alone needs to know their unbelievable arrogance an repugnance we knew that loathing and hostility that really was true as children the buggery was … Continue reading