Good

He covered me in my coating
It’s for your own good
A cloying, sticky layer
It’s for your own good
He prescribed a pill
Then more
A lightening bolt to the brain
A rib removed
A jaw broken
A nose reset
It’s for your own good
He bound my hands
He bound my feet
And placed me on a shelf
It’s for your own good
He filled my insides
With child after child
It’s for your own good
He wrote all the books
He sang all the songs
He read all the plays
He spoke all the words
It’s for your own good
the lie told over
And over again
Until it’s believed
Until it’s the sun rising
Until it’s the sun setting
It’s for your own good

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