The Evil Hand
He gave up his fatherly rights, each and every night;
Unbelievable evil he did by raising his evil hand,
delivering painful blows from each of his kid's waist down to their toes;
Growing up without a dad, for years made me bitter-insanely mad,
but I must thank my mom for escaping such evil scum;
Thrity-four-years-old now here I am,
no longer a scared little boy, now I am a fearless man.
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