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There is a God
So you tell me
That your daughter
Doesn't think there's a God
Because of the promises
I broke.
Well maybe you should tell her
That the promises were broken
Before they were made.
And let me tell you
What you don't know.
That the night when you despaired
When you reached for the
Bottle of Purple Pills
The powers of hell
Reached for your soul
And I saw them coming.
And let me tell you
How I cried out, and woke
Shivering, at that very hour
And the woman you say you hate
Awoke beside me
And the little ones woke too,
Coming to our bed.
And let me tell you
That we knew
And we prayed for you
For your safety, for your soul.
And just maybe
You should tell your daughter
The reason she still has a mother
Is because
There is a God.
And what promise did I break to you before it was made?
Why don't you tell her this yourself?
Why is it that you are so afraid to tell her for yourself, instead you lash out in anger at me, trying to hurt me more?
Why do you hate me, Ereth Akbe, hiding behind fictional names? And I don't hate the woman. I love her. And that hurts me worse than hating her. Trust me on this. That hurts far worse than hating her.
Your wife.