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"The beatings. The coldness. You never saw a smile."

Jimmy Stewart recounts experiences which are piercingly harrowing - but not uncommon.

He is one of thousands of survivors of institutions for children in Northern Ireland, where abuse of young residents was widespread.

When he was eight, Jimmy was taken into Nazareth Lodge in Belfast - a place he quietly describes as "a nightmare".

His mother had died of cancer, aged 32. His father was deaf and unable to speak.

"Though he tried to look after us, he couldn't," Jimmy says.

He remembers the nun who met him and his younger brother Patrick at the door called them "wee mongrels".

The boys didn't know what that meant at the time, but later learned it was a reference to his parents' mixed marriage - one was a Catholic, the other a Protestant.

Jimmy Stewart remembers getting "the mother and father of all beatings" after he ran at a nun when she was physically abusing his younger brother, Patrick.

The vivid nature of his memories are clear when he describes how a nun beat him "with her weapon of choice - a rung from a baby's cot, with piping and light blue paint on it".

Explaining how he became an alcoholic, Jimmy says: "If you ask anyone who's a heavy drinker, they'll tell you that you don't dream in a drunken sleep.

"You don't have nightmares. You don't have flashbacks. It numbs you. Keeps all that stuff away. Until the point it's going to kill you. Which it nearly did to me."

He describes spending "three years behind a locked door in my own house".

"I hadn't bathed or shaved. I think the last three months I spent in the same bathrobe."

He began to recover after he went into hospital.

But his older brother, Victor, "drank himself to death".

Jimmy becomes particularly emotional when he talks about how Victor was "so much changed" by what happened in Rubane House.

"We were always close. But those years took it out of us."

As an adult, Victor "couldn't discuss it - he probably didn't think there was any help for him".

Jimmy regrets deeply that Victor hasn't lived to hear the state apology.

Lyrics.

Hello little mongrel
Come on in
This is just the place
To cure you of your sin

We'll beat you black and blue
With whatever comes to hand
You'll learn to obey
All of our demands

I drink to hide the flashbacks
I drink to numb my mind
Therapy's no good for me
I'm afraid what I will find

You took me and my brothers
Took us down to hell
We never had a smile or love
Became an empty shell

I can't believe in afterlife
I wish I could at times
They'd throw you in the darkest place
To pay for all your crimes

I drink to hide the flashbacks
I drink to numb my mind
Therapy's no good for me
I'm afraid what I will find

You got away with everything
Now you're not here to find
The children trusted to your care
You left broken and maligned

Suffer The Little Children

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A Little Magic

"six pieds sous terre"

"Six Pieds Sous Terre" Beat by DIZZKANT

HARD TO TURN
FACES
WIND BLOWS
AND MOVES SMILES
TO DEFAULT ACTION
OF A FULL FASTING
BLASTING THE INTERNALS
THE LAST OF LASTING
HALF HUMAN
A BASTION
OF THE LAST BEING
IN THE VAST
OF THE UNSEEN
UNSEEING SO SORE
FROM THE RIFT
AS THE EYES OPEN
A SOCIAL BLAME
IN A GAME PLAYED
FOR DAYS LEFT OUT
TO DRY
LIKE TANNING HIDES
NON LINKED LIES
COULD EVER DISGUISE
A LIFE IMPLIED
GLAZING OVER BROKEN VIEWS
SO CONFUSED
AS THE AIR ESCAPE
AND THE WORDS SPOKEN
WHAT THE FUCK
ENTERS ATMOSPHERE LIKE AREOSOLS
WRITTING ON THE WALLS
LIKE BARING SOULS
AND I'M STILL NOW
CREATING IN MY VACUME
I STACKED JEWELS
LIKE CD WITH CASES
SO SEE THESE
WRAPPED LIKE FAST FOOD
DISCARDED ALL
 OVER THE PLACE WITH
ABANDON OF THAT
THAT FUELS
DISPLACED KIDS
FOR THE WORLD TO CONSUME
AS A OPPOSSED
TO THOUGHTS
IN TIME
I'D RISEN AND ROSE
A THOUSAND MINDS
LIKE FLOWERS ON BATTLEFIELDS
NOURISHED FROM THE FALLENS SPINES
THAT SMASHED AND BROKE
AND THEN ELOPED
WITH THE EARTH
BARE FEET 
THE TURF BLESS
WHEN I'M STRESSED 
WITHOUT PURPOSE
LET THE GRASS 
FURNISH SOLES
CALLOUSED TOES
MANAGE A FURLONG
WITH A BIRD SONG
DISTANCE TRAVELS 
THIS MAN HILL
LAST STANDING OF AN OUTOPOST
HALF NAKED I'M BASKIN
MASKIN THE TAN
LIKE ROOM PAINTING
TOO HOT AND I'M DAMMED
IF I'M HALF FEIGNING
A QUESTION
I FEEL EACH DAY
LIKE WRINKLES IT'S ETCHED IN
ASKING THE PAST
TO FIND THE ROCK
AND A BIT OF WOOD TO ELEVATE
THE TANGLED MIND
WITH ANGLES
LOST MY SOUL
LIKE I'VE JUST GOT STRAPS
 FOR SANDALS
TIMES A VANDAL
TASKED WITH FUTURE LEVERAGE
DON'T LEAVE IT UP TO CHANCE
LIKE FINGER GRIP
ON THE EDGE OF A PRECIPICE
WHAT IS THIS
THAT CATCHES MY EYE
THE PAINT THAT RUNS DRY
THE PATH
A DISMISSED MEASUREMENT
OF DEPTH
FROM WHERE THEY FELL
MISSED A BIT
DON'T FILL THE OUTLINES
HEAVY 
FOR DRIP MARKS
EVIDENT
LIKE LINES ON WALLS
FOR THOSE WHO FALL
AND STAYED TOO LONG
FROM FUMES
A HIGH THEY ENDED ON
LIT BY NIGHT
FROM LOCAL TENEMANTS
THEY FILLED
FOR NORMAL PEOPLE
NEVER QUITE YOUR GENTLEMEN
LIKE KINGS KILLED
IN UNREST
THE LANDS EQUAL
HIGHLIGHTED IN LETTERS
TEN FOOT TALL
SENTINALS
IMPLANTING STATES OF SYSTEM
TO ARMOUR WISDOM
ISN'T
AN INVITATION VIOLENCE
JUST SILENCE TO LISTEN
AND BIDE TIME
FOR THE RIGHT TIME
TO BE HITTING
THAT'LL MAKE MINDS
TRANSFORM
LIKE BATTLE CATS FROM KITTENS
SMITTEN SITTING WRITTEN
WORDS PISSING OPEN FIRE
WASTED MISIING TARGETS
CROSS HAIRS 
LIKE A SHIT CUT FOR YA BARNETT
SO YA PULLING HATS
AND HOODIE UP
 NEVER HIDE YA LUCK
COULD CHANGE THE TIMES
LIKE MINDS 
MADE UP

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