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The Wrong Angels
Nylon stretches
better than leather
In stormy weather
alone together
The preacher offers her food and shelter
Warm holy water
A farmer’s daughter
She prays over and over
She’ll forget this when she’s older
As her dress slips off her shoulder
Hides her fear holds her composure
The story goes
According to Mother
A long lost brother
Went undercover
He shows up
Twenty years later
To advocate her
Educate her
He shows her all the pictures
Of The Reverend Father Richards
How he silenced all the sisters
Buried secrets if they whispered
You never had a chance
You never had a chance
You were born into the hands
Of the wrong angels
You’re not going to hell
You fell to your knees
Your hell’s his disease
And he’ll do what he pleases
Swear to Christ you won’t tell
It’s what he learned as a boy
Don’t make any noise
Or I’ll cut out your voice
You never had a chance
You never had a chance
You were born into the hands
Of the wrong angels
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