Preservation

This is my depressing dedication to the lustful salvation of a father that drownd in his own sick fantasy the death to a daughters innocents and child-like mind this poem is for a father like mine This is about his devotion and lack of education That confuion made this is the story the thoughts my childhood memories How a family could be torn apart from little or no faith lack of trust and epic humor happiness was never found All hope left on a world filled with imagination no time left for an inspirational mystery for the life of misery here a peice of passion to peace of mind how could people be so blind I never asked for sympathy nor did I beg for war this was just the visionary truth that made life sore