Petals In The Grass

He

He did his job
He did it well
He was my tormentor
He was my hell

He never loved me
He made that clear
He caused much pain
He instilled fear

He had no morals
He had no class
He abused me good
He kicked my ass

He finally died
He was all I had
He took his own life
He was my dad


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