THE END TIMES
May 25th, 2007, 01:22 AM
The old house looked the same,a dismal grey. There were cars
parked in front. I wondered what the people who lived there
now would think if they knew of the evil that once walked
their floors.
My story is not plesent to read. I have posted it on a child
abuse website. I would like to tell you a little to show how
a family used religion to sponser their evil.
My mother was insane and would hang red peppers on the wall
on a nail. Sometimes she would grab one throw me down and ram
it in my mouth. "This is the way it will feel when you go to hell,
and there will be no water for in hell you get no water". If I saw her
coming with the pepper I would jump under the bed. She would go
grab a broom, lie down ram it under the bed while she cursed me,
till I crawled out so she could stick the red pepper in my mouth.
She always told me I was going to hell. One day when we went over to a
cousins house who was in her early 30's and her and her husband never
missed a sunday in church. I heard my mother tell her in the kitchen,"you
know my son is retarded and doesn't act right. My cousin said,"then he needs
to be punished according to scripture". She drug me down a road where a
dead dog lay hit by a car. She lifted me upside down over the dog swinging
me back in forth over the dog and said,"maybe you belong here".
The old car crept into the driveway. As I looked out the window I wondered
if he would be drunk again. I soon got my answere. An object came flying
at the window where I stood. I leaped back as the window shattered to
pieces. He had thrown the jack out of the car at me. Now it was time to
run for when he entered the house, no one could stand before him.
My father was a violent alcoholic who beat the windows out he house.
One night he came home from work and said,"god spoke to me at work,
told me to kill you ,then take my own life". He ran me with a knife. I barely
escaped by crawling under the house. My father even beat my pet squirrell
to death, that I raised as a baby when it fell out of a tree. When I asked him
why he said,"god wanted me to remind you of what I could do to you".
Many beatings and verbal abuse would follow over the years till I finally ended up
living with my grandmother. We were very poor.
I managed to go to lab tech school on a grant for poor people, but for
years inside of me was a mess. My parents destroyed all my self esteem.
I truned to alcohol to ease the pain. Aug 1990 through a religious expierence
god would clean me out from the inside.
COLD IT WAS WITHIN THE MANOR,
WAITING LIKE A WOUNDED SPARROW,
HELPLESS AND FORGOTTEN.
parked in front. I wondered what the people who lived there
now would think if they knew of the evil that once walked
their floors.
My story is not plesent to read. I have posted it on a child
abuse website. I would like to tell you a little to show how
a family used religion to sponser their evil.
My mother was insane and would hang red peppers on the wall
on a nail. Sometimes she would grab one throw me down and ram
it in my mouth. "This is the way it will feel when you go to hell,
and there will be no water for in hell you get no water". If I saw her
coming with the pepper I would jump under the bed. She would go
grab a broom, lie down ram it under the bed while she cursed me,
till I crawled out so she could stick the red pepper in my mouth.
She always told me I was going to hell. One day when we went over to a
cousins house who was in her early 30's and her and her husband never
missed a sunday in church. I heard my mother tell her in the kitchen,"you
know my son is retarded and doesn't act right. My cousin said,"then he needs
to be punished according to scripture". She drug me down a road where a
dead dog lay hit by a car. She lifted me upside down over the dog swinging
me back in forth over the dog and said,"maybe you belong here".
The old car crept into the driveway. As I looked out the window I wondered
if he would be drunk again. I soon got my answere. An object came flying
at the window where I stood. I leaped back as the window shattered to
pieces. He had thrown the jack out of the car at me. Now it was time to
run for when he entered the house, no one could stand before him.
My father was a violent alcoholic who beat the windows out he house.
One night he came home from work and said,"god spoke to me at work,
told me to kill you ,then take my own life". He ran me with a knife. I barely
escaped by crawling under the house. My father even beat my pet squirrell
to death, that I raised as a baby when it fell out of a tree. When I asked him
why he said,"god wanted me to remind you of what I could do to you".
Many beatings and verbal abuse would follow over the years till I finally ended up
living with my grandmother. We were very poor.
I managed to go to lab tech school on a grant for poor people, but for
years inside of me was a mess. My parents destroyed all my self esteem.
I truned to alcohol to ease the pain. Aug 1990 through a religious expierence
god would clean me out from the inside.
COLD IT WAS WITHIN THE MANOR,
WAITING LIKE A WOUNDED SPARROW,
HELPLESS AND FORGOTTEN.