At school they taught me how to be
So pure in thought and word and deed
They didn't quite succeed“On your knees boy! Get on your knees and beg in your prayers for forgiveness!” As the words were lain harshly from the Priest’s mouth I could smell his dank breath. The air of it was cascading over the back of my neck, like the chill of death. ‘Bastard
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