Sickly is her sin; she wins
Rubbing up and down my skin
Destroyed by her; therein

Horrors to haunt mine closed eyes
Mirrors of all her heinous lies
Fits of raging deep inside; to never subside

Comfort me dear mother
Come let me nuzzle close to your side
I need that love you so very hide

Devious & working for the devil
Her hands always to dishevel & revel
My pain, she wrung her hands

All that I could not take; I did break
Weeping for years of not to forsake
Damaged me that you left in your wake

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