Oh woe to me with an alter inside,
An entity that claims he's our Father,
I can not escape with nowhere to hide
And have to endure the ride of torture
As It is controlling and I have to abide
By its wills and wants and by its nature
With it having a devilishly evil pride
That I have to suffer but I cannot alter.
I still hear patronising voices today,
No matter the meds they still stay,
They don't so much have their way
As I am prone to ignore them I say.
They wind me up though with play
To sway to their way this very day.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/07/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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