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DIRTY PANTS (REVISED)
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abuse Little boy, how did you
soil your pants?
Brown and red dirty pants
not the color of paint
but the hue of pain
Why are you crying?
Why is your momma crying?
In so much pain
your body and soul
feel like they are dying!
Momma is asking so many questions
because she knows somebody is lying
Hearts bruising
with every inquiry
She is losing . . .. it!
Big brother is standing by
hidden in pretty things
extra weight
heavy freight
hiding crate
He knows why . . . .
little brother cries.
.
Oh god, tell us what to do!
How do we approach this?
How do we heal of this
Bleeding, gushing gash?
To stop the unfathomable hurt
To dry the broken faucet of tears.
Will it take a lifetime of years?
Innocence, crisp and clean
Fresh white cotton panties
Wide eyed cartoon dreams
Climbing the steps
of her beanstalk
Future, pure and sure
This little girls’ world
is something to adore
With twisted mind
he believes he loves her
he peaks through the door
he knows she is trusting
that she does not recognize
the disgusting.
So he sets his traps
he buys her toys
He is nicer than
the little boys
So he beckons . . .
So he calls . . . .
He looks just like daddy
So she lets down walls . . .
Innocence falls . . .
Her cries echo down the halls
of her past.
Shaking her future call
Earthquake!!!!
No one can hear her ball.
Oh god, please!!!
Tell us what to do!!
How do we approach this?
How do we heal of this
Bleeding, gushing gash?
To stop the unfathomable hurt
To dry the broken faucet of tears.
Will it take a lifetime of years?
They have a lot to answer for
They have a price to pay
For hurting and distorting
my little ones on their way.
Ready your neck
Find your millstone
Find your rope
For they are precious to me
these little ones that plea.
I hear every cry
I bottle every tear
I will deliver them
from your steer
There is hope twisted father,
there is mercy perverted brother
The only escape is to repent, repent!!!!
Or to fiery flames you will be sent.
Gods love still extends to you
He sees you hiding in the pews
Singing in the choir
Such a good citizen
A man of power.
It is time take your shower.
The blood of the lamb
The power of his name
Will break the chains
And free you of these pains
Repent, repent!!
Before it is too late
Judgment will not be slack
The time is now
today is the day
Repent!
