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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365883" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Awful God</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Richard Bryce was a mystery, <br>He lived on a back street lot, <br>The house was the old half-timbered sort, <br>Paint peeled on the old wainscot, <br>The blinds were drawn through the day and night<br>And the garden a neighbourhood moan, <br>Full of the bodies of rusting cars<br>And creepers, all overgrown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We rarely saw him out in the street<br>But he'd peep from the side of blinds, <br>And stories were told in the neighbourhood<br>That were often more harsh than kind, <br>There'd been a wife and a daughter once<br>But they hadn't been seen in years, <br>Since the echoing raft of arguments, <br>Doors slammed, and a flood of tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Grandpa Bryce had lived in the house<br>Since thirty odd years before, <br>He'd worked in the woollen fulling mill<br>‘Til it closed, just after the War, <br>His son had drowned in the old mill stream, <br>Was caught in the paddle wheel, <br>And Grandpa Bryce was left with the child, <br>To raise, and be brought to heel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Grandpa Bryce was a steely man<br>Who lived his life by the book, <br>More like a Prophet, this Abraham<br>Believed, whatever it took, <br>That ‘spare the rod and spoil the child'<br>Would be how that his Grandson learned, <br>As he laid the rod across Richard's back<br>‘Til the flesh turned red, and burned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was never a ministering angel there<br>To offer the boy relief, <br>Only the hard-edged wooden pew<br>In the church, on a Sunday eve, <br>And Abraham led the final prayer<br>In a voice that would damn and blight, <br>‘Beware you sinners, the Awful God<br>Will come unseen in the night! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Richard's mother had died in pain<br>In the blood of the afterbirth, <br>She never returned to her home again<br>But was placed, six foot in the earth, <br>He never knew of a mother's love, <br>But only a Grandpa's pain, <br>And Bryce had ruled the daughter and wife<br>‘Til they fled one night, in the rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The house was suddenly silent then<br>Just two of them, left alone, <br>Grandpa suddenly old and frail, <br>He never went out on his own, <br>And Richard boarded the windows up<br>So you couldn't see in from the street, <br>It looked like an old abandoned place<br>‘Til the police called round, last week.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We all stood out in the street and watched<br>As Richard came out of the house, <br>His hands were cuffed and his hair stood up<br>And he looked quite down in the mouth, <br>There must have been twenty cops in there, <br>All milling around the place, <br>And one threw up in a paper cup<br>As we strained to look at his face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It all came out in a day or two<br>Just what they had found in there, <br>The place was sparse, but a giant cross<br>Stood gaunt in the putrid air, <br>The skeleton of old Grandpa Bryce<br>Had been crucified, up tight, <br>And nailed to his skull: ‘The Awful God<br>Will come unseen in the night! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">16 September 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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He lived on a back street lot, 
The house was the old half-timbered sort, 
Paint peeled on the old wainscot, 
The blinds were drawn through the day and night
And the garden a neighbourhood moan, 
Full of the bodies of..."></div>
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