when BJ's dad is out drinking and her mom is dying...
It was late even by the pub's standards. There was just the drooping
barkeep and a few diehard regulars by the door. The only man at the far end
of the bar was thouroughly drunk. He had downed a mind-boggling of just
about anything alcoholic. He wasn't very visibly affected by it. He had
stumbled in hat afternoon and just sat there. Staring into space puctuated
by swigs. Around the time he stopped realizing his surroundings he had
begun muttering. It was a rasping chant. Slurred over and over...
Send us the child
The child to kill
to kill her pain
Her pain so real
So real tired screams screams
Tired screams rip forth
Rip forth a message
A message of death
Of death send us
Send us the child
The child...
send me a son