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Mother B***
By Lethie
There she stands on high
shouting all of her lies
against my skull they cry
foul winds in the air
can you remember
my sorrows tears'
threaten again to see me bleed
humiliate what you turn away from
I hate your voice
sickness engulfs when you sing
sweet and sticky it clings to me
grabb your knife and plunge it deep
lies are you filthy blanket
truth my only companion
A hung fool sways above royals court
drugged monsters limp to hell
their you stand
mother bitch
always on time to be hated more
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Copyright 2009 Lethie
Published on Wednesday, November 18, 2009.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
Very dramatic. Created a whirlwind of words in my mind, you brought this effortlessly to life; neat work. The sharp bitterness was palpable. "there" you stand, not "their you stand" (unless you chose it that way..?) but otherwise a particularly decent show of emotion.
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