Blessed Are The Children

Blessed are the children, so they say
as they fall to their knees and silently pray
They do God's work in the heat of day
and dance with the Devil when the light's away
So children, fear the black of night
fore daddy may kiss and hug too tight
It will damage your mind and torture your soul
dragging you down into an abysmal black hole
There you will be, alone and confused
in a private hell where children are used
The guilt you feel and the fear you show
came from the incest you came to know
Blessed are the children, so they say
ignoring the cost the children must pay