they’re talking about me all the time now
we’re working our way
we don’t even have a house
house
they passed away
they passed away
they (past) away
last night at three o’clock
in the morning (mourning?)
[*3:00 is in Brazil on the Military Mass clock I found that belonged to my father he used in the war, plus around the time yesterday I was laying on his grave crying and praying to God for him, that his voice would be heard]
talk
talk
he then raped me
he shot him in the head
he blamed the gun man
talk
talk
he killed the case
so he could now
walk
walk
In the Most Holy Names of Jesus and Mary may the people who did this to my father and his family get justice served, no more, no less.
Unraveled and the Birth of Joy 