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letra de timothy - cameron j

[verse 1]:
once upon a time there was a dime timothy had a thing with
scheduling rare emotions but they were keeping it frequent
but the notion of telling his folks with un-coped devotion to their religion left him twisted with sickness so they’re keeping it secret
but tim began to fiddle with the riddle of telling his parents about the relationship
because the lies were dragging him deep into the pits of the abyss
besides he had a feeling inside that this was with whom he’d tie the ties that bind
he figured he had to try
so one day he got off the bus
went inside, and found his father in order to discuss the love and trust he felt for his mate
but when he found him it was hard to deliver his quivering soul from his center so he and him to relate
“hi dad. there’s this person i really like, and i was wondering if you’d be mad if we date, if that be alright
but if it’s a bother then forget that i asked”
his father smiled bright and clasped his shoulders
“of course you can son, just bring her here so i can look her over”
tim thanked him, but then grew horse
timothy was not done
he needed more words to fall from his tongue
he needed his father to understand the type of person that was dating his son
but he also feared how angry he’d become
timothy’s ability to communicate verbally had gone numb
but he also had a opportunity, so he took it and began to run
so the next day he relayed the information to his lover
tim said no matter what happens i’ve got you covered
then the two got off the bus, tim’s emotions dawning targets
nervous the grasped each other’s hands, then tim walked through the door with marcus
what a change in the sequence
tim’s dad didn’t understand why the had grabbed hands, but he started to get his suspicions
“dad this is marcus, the guy i wanted to date”
but he stopped dead in his tracks
because the small amount of comfort he had he started to lack
because the look on his dad’s face had caused him to deflate
“oh god, oh lord mercy please have it, my son’s a f-ggot
what twisted, demented, vindictive magic has forced the course of the extension of my son’s hand why did you grab it
the enlistment of edicts needed for our existence is explicit of this specific twisted depiction of commitment
oh god we have to fix it, we have to fix this, we have to fix you-”
but before his father was through timothy felt provken and had spoken, chokin’ while revoltin’
“but i’m not broken dad
i’m not broken
just put down your bible and give him a fair trial and see there’s nothing foul about the person i have chosen.”
“are saying you don’t have a problem with this
knowing that you’ll be sent to the bottom for this
all the girls in this world that exist and this is the lifestyle you pick”
“i didn’t pick-”
“you’re really trying to condone this
you need help.” he yelped “we can phone vince”
“this is how i was born dad
this is how i was born dad
i didn’t bring him here so we can feel your scorn dad”
he turned and he and marcus went through the door, stomping on the floor mat
of course later he came back
his dad had got in contact with pastor vince
tim is to be sent to visit his demon’s exorcist the next day at six
tim went from vince to a therapist to a counselor
he was doing this for his father, to not get him pissed
but he tired of answering questions he found so absurd, he stopped going altogether
tim’s dad called so many, asking what to do, how make tim better
and the constant failures and tim’s dropping out of counseling started to pull his lever
you want something that’ll brighten the weather
well, the news leaked to the school
those kids, they were cruel
home, he wasn’t safe there
his own family, even they would give him the glares
his father’s concern had fully turned into resentment
he thought “sinners live by the world, that’s just the world we live in”
after months of the onslaught tim had completely fallen apart and it pushed him into the dark but his heart was twisted with thought on how to end this
so one day without a mention he drew a warm bath, and there he sits in
deciding he’s complacent with his decision and takes the knife he got from the kitchen and slits his wrists
dang, all because of a book

[verse 2]:
now timothy didn’t live to see the unity of his sexuality through matrimony
but honestly would it truthfully had helped
cursed with the lack of self worth from the burst of nerve to move forth from that closet door
poured out his heart just to spark a domestic war
and the methods for this wasn’t lack of altar tours
i don’t mean to alter the course of progression or lessen the merriment
but the lessons to suppress the want to marry men will still be present
maybe even more apparent
the psychological reach of these teachings will still be impeding on a child’s thinking
a doc-ment’s inking won’t make a bigot less rigid
and while still living with an open mind restriction
the holding of nines to open minds is more than just a prediction
there’s still more doors to open no pun intended
so don’t get too choked up over a rainbow and let someone else ascend it

- cameron j

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