The Apostle

Lonely preachers daughter, started fleeing from the scene
Right behind her mother, and the horrors that they'd seen
Mother, why did father have to treat that boy this way?
Hush now child and listen, for we have to get away

Then walked in, the preacher, bloody murder on his hands
He says he has to teach them, not to disobey commands
Grabbing on to mother, thoughts are twisting in his mind
No, then screams the daughter, to a father drunk and blind

So she runs, and she runs, and she runs, and she runs...

The father was faster
The daughter was weaker

In the face of disaster

She says don't pull the trigger



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Moone
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