The Storm Shall Cleanse You Of All Sin

The thundering footsteps
Roll to-wards the room,
Soon the sky shall open
Pouring forth rain of doom.

Dark clouds gather
The storm shall soon begin,
Fists rain down from above
A bruise for every sin.
A black eye for ignorance
Just for looking at the ground,
A loose tooth for disrespect
For being unable to contain all sound.

The rain keeps falling
As the rivers swell
Trapping me beneath the waves
Drowning, unable to yell.

Lightning strikes before my eyes
As all light begins to fade,
Left in a cold darkness
Feeling guilty and betrayed.
The rain starts to soften
As my mind starts to close,
Still feel but barely notice
The punches and the blows.

Looking down the eye of the storm
Through it's furry and it's might,
See only hollow anger
Convinced that what it does is right.
The lies all come back to me
And I believe them all once more
How the rain will wash away the evil
How it runs away in rivers across the floor.
Remember how I deserve it
That it is my fault the rain does fall,
The pain is pushed aside
As all my evil I do recall.

As the storm disperses
My father is there once more,
Looking down at me in disgust
Curled up upon the floor,
Tells me he's disappointed
In all that I am and will become
Says he cannot understand
How a child of his could be such scum.

After shaking his head and tutting
He exits from my room,
But I know it won't be long
Before the storm shall once more loom.
But by now I am convinced
That it is required,
That I must be truly evil
To fear what just transpired.

The storm may wash away the evil
But it also took much more,
Running away in rivers
Spread across the floor.

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My father was physically and emotionally abusive, he basically convinced my that I was the Anti-Christ and would cause the end of the world if he didn’t “cleanse my of evil”