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#Cemetery

When you grow older, dear dad, dear mum,
Instead of having your children and grandchildren running around in your home,
You'd have empty rooms filled with nothing but pictures hanging on the walls,
Nothing more, just darkness, emptiness and cold.

Not because you were barren,
Not because you choose to abort,
But because you choose to be adamant and stubborn tyrants instead of parent,
And you ended up in having your children lost.

You were the first push into their depression,
But you didn't know or you didn't care,
Then you went about reporting them that they were acting wayward...
..reporting to anyone who gave you a listening ear.

You kept feeding everyone with lies, giving a one sided story,
Even had the courage to lie to your pastors,
Giving them only the part where your kids were seen as sinners and you holy,
And your pastors just believe what ever you told them without asking God.

It seems even the pastors were either blind or too scared to have you corrected or questioned,
It's no wonder why we grow up and stop coming to your church,
Because it is full of a both hypocrisy and blindness and eye services.
You do all the sinful things you warn us against and still go unpunished.

And not just your church, that's why we grow up and go far from home,
You won't get to be with your grandchildren,
You'd only see their pictures and  speak to them on phone.
We would avoid you like a plague because when you had the chance to be parents, you showed us hell.

So your homes and churches and communities that was once filled with us would be empty,
You may not realize it now but you will in the end,
When it's too late and you're old trying to fix things,
The mental injuries you gave us would make us avoid your reconciliations without interest.

And then your churches would close when every old person in your age bracket dies,
You see it slowly happening now but you say it's the devil's work against the church,
But it's not, it's all lies,
You pushed us, you pushed us away and out to the world,

So you'd live your last days in regrets and loneliness,
Seeing where you went wrong and trying to fix,
Giving us a love we once wanted but then we'd be too irritated and we'd reject.,
And before you die, your home and church would be a cemetery.

Cemetery filled with bones,
And you'd look at your mistake Wishing you could go back in time...
..and stop giving hell to your kids instead of a home.
But it'd too late then, we might only come back on your burial to say goodbye. 

#Barney

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