She fell back from his fist for the final time,
slowly slipping out of consciousness.
How could a picture-perfect family from the outside
be so broken?
He made his children watch as their innocence was ripped apart.
The angels wept overhead as the demons took hold of his head.
He’s not the saint he always pretended to be; the devil lives inside a broken man.
She’s never gonna sleep again,
and the scars you left are the reason.
Battered and bruised, a broken youth,
this curse was left unspoken.
She’s never gonna dream again;
her heart won’t beat; it’s broken.
Tattered and torn, buried in thorns,
her innocence was stolen.
Your own daughter deserves a real father.
They say love your enemies, but I hate you.
Your own daughter deserves a real father.
You hit a woman with the same hands that you pray to God.
Pray to God,
that He has mercy on your
malevolent, putrid,
vile, corrupted,
perverted mind.
You wretched, loathsome,
pathetic excuse for a soul.
I fell from your fist for the final time.
I’m drawing the line.
With a clear conscience, I’ll break the silence.
I will escape the circle.
The circle of violence!
In Christ alone,
save this broken soul.
In Christ alone,
give me strength to speak my truth.
With atonement, with justice,
bring forth a season of redemption.