MOTHER'S CHILDREN
Vivid hues assault spirit
As Mother is towed away.
Vitality upon buoyancy build, but
Technology holds his sway.
Mother and Her angels create.
A parent will always dominate.
However, if she will procrastinate
Punishment, She will stagnate,
And her angels as devils rate.
Stretching limbs, mottled humans,
A tortured Mother cannot care.
Sawing, pounding, cutting, tearing.
Mother, Mother, child, beware!
Mother and Her angels create.
A parent will always dominate.
However, if she will procrastinate
Punishment, She will stagnate,
And her angels as devils rate.
Spilled bones, the unjointed lives
Wallowing in a vortex,
Chiding spirits, worded nothings
Sag into a new complex.
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