The mark of the beast

You asked for the truth and I told you,

I saw the wheels in your head turning but I never dreamed of what you would do.

I know I hurt you, I hope you know I never meant to.

I live with the mark of the beast to this day because of what you made me say.

I will never forget that day, the beating, the smell of the carpet where I was left to lay, all the pain that I still live with to this day.

You wanted me lie to make myself look innocent, when I knew it was all for your benefit.

When that day came, I could not let him take the blame.

You said I was a disgrace and you wish Id disappear without a trace.

What you made me say I can never erase, all I can do is ask him for grace.

To this day I live with the mark of the beast, until the day I am deceased.

The “whys” I will never understand, who was I to argue with your command.

I can live with being the “black sheep”, just remember who really hurt who..... so deep.

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