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Mother:

Close my eyes and count to four
Peering down through this tainted door

Round but flat and over acheived
Rivers dance with manure heaved

Vile smells set about the shore
Of a land once so much more

Shatter this terrestrial sphere
I don't know why I'm even here

Self-destructing, combusting w hores
rape the sands so violently
and paint, purple purlexing doors
to expel the mire silently

Tears fall down those cheeks at night
Her heart now wanes, devoid of life
The tapered lifeline now keeps out of sight
A black hole-noose to end her strife

Our Mother sleeps.
Last edited by B00bs at Jul 9, 2009,