She killed him,well
She didn't take a knife or gun
She didn't make him physially extinct
To human life
But in her consciousness
He is unconscious and dead
And emotionally
She's laid him to rest
And well he is dead alive
Her thoughts became the gun
And her anger became
The fiery bullet which
Peirced into the figure
That was ingrained in her psychology
And who she was coerced to call Daddy
He gradualy died
His death was hideous
Slow and excruciating
But she was subjected to the tremandous pain
And the victim of her justified crime
Was unaware of this death
And he didin't feel it
But he died
A remedy to the wound he had carved
Was her ability to forgive
And this was the miracle
Botteled within her frustrations
That would ressurect him
And bring back to life
But the uncertainty that
Caused a delay
In her exercising of her miraculous strength
Was because she wasnt sure
If it was the hands of love
Or those religious obligation
That would open her bottle
And pour out her forgiveness
She killed daddy
But she wasn't ready to bring him to life