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This was written for a friend who's boyfriend beats him, rapes him...for his friend, who slit his own wrists and died two nights ago...and for every other boy, girl, adult, and kid who can relate...
I met a boy today, he was crying in the rain,
Barely thirteen, I didn't know what to say,
He had a bad cig in his lips,
His zipper was torn right off.
His boyfriend raped him,
Then left him for a new cock.
I put my arms around him, gave him all I could,
A line of white powder, it's all we understood,
He had the straw, I carried the cocaine,
We hid in the ally,
Made all our tears go away.
If I cried out to Jesus, would he show me the holy light?
If I begged to the Devil, would he protect me in the night?
If I asked for Loki, would he show me how to be good?
But all I gots a dealer, five razors, and the holy book.
When we ran out, we finally parted our ways,
I watched him travel, before I looked away,
A few days later, he was on the news,
Found him in the dumpster,
He went to sleep for good.
I watched the funeral, peering through the bars,
Parents didn't know me, didn't matter at all.
I shed tears, approached when they were gone,
Dropped a powdery bag,
Some new cigs,
And a mini water bong.
I left from the site, went to drink it all away,
Stopped at the church, thinking I could pray,
But the priest had this gleam
Took a boy to confession,
I heard the scream
When he showed him the meaning
of guilts profession.
If I cried out to Jesus, would he show me the holy light?
If I begged to the Devil, would he protect me in the night?
If I asked for Loki, would he show me how to be good?
But all I gots a dealer, five razors, and the holy book.
I stopped at the bar, I stopped to take a breath,
Got some free booze, some liquor and some meth,
I cried for a few hours, tried to wash away the pain,
But all I saw was him, standing in the rain.
I saw the innocence of the boy, sitting in the flock,
Before the priest could take him, make him like a rock.
I thought of all I'd see, before my dying day,
The innocence all gone, what else could I say?
I thought of gods who made us, cursed them over booze,
How could they be so sick? Who made all these rules?
I saw the graveyard headstones, I saw a mothers tears,
And in all my thoughts, I saw all my fears...
(Screw you god...)
If I cried out to Jesus, would he show me the holy light?
If I begged to the Devil, would he protect me in the night?
If I asked for Loki, would he show me how to be good?
But all I gots a dealer, five razors, and the holy book.
And all I needs a dealer, five razors, and some holy book.
(To Des...may you RIP) I know this is really...vulgar...sorry if its too much for some people...I just...today has been so much, with talking to Freak and all that... *Sighs* I'll write about it in "Saturday's Alter" later.
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