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Tucked Into Bed
Here is the beginning of the story that
will end
I knew a man who used to drive an ice
cream truck
He lured all the kids to come with him
in the back
He would bring them home and torture
them
Rape away their innocence and then toss
them like trash
Take them to the river to be drowned in
the depths
Then repeat the cycle in the next town
with me in tow
I never knew another way of life
I told myself it would all be fine
I lived with the guilt of knowing
That I had brought the sleep to soon
To the little ones so pure
When he feared the truck would get
noticed
He told me to go and bring the children
home
I had two choices laid before me
One – to do as I was told and bring
kids to their death
Two – become one of the children in
the river
Needless to say I set out with promises
of kool-aid
And I delivered them to another man
shaded red
I never knew another way of life
I told myself it would all be fine
I lived with the guilt of knowing
That I had brought the sleep to soon
To the little ones so pure
I played out this cycle for five years
until
He feared that I would be found out as
the bait
He conspired to send me to bed like the
others
I soon found out about this and ran for
my life
Too soon did I realize that I had
nowhere to go
All I had known was this cycle put
forth by my father
On my own now daddy are you proud?
Are you proud of how you raised your
boy?
I was a slave to you for 17 long years
Now with my hands I will write your
wrongs
I am coming daddy....Are you scared?
Here is the end of my story that will
end
I have to kill him to be free from my
paranoia
Scheming my plan into perfection I lure
him in
Pull the bag over his head and bind his
hands
I throw him in the back of the stolen
truck
Then drive the truck over the bridge to
our bed
Tucked into the bed of our eternal
slumber
I know now another way of life
I told myself the truth and I am fine
I still live with the guilt of knowing
But I know that I have set things right
The children can rise to the heavens
While we sink to the bottom....
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