Psychopathic Weeping Part II
As mothers cry,
Drenching crimson stained stones,
Washing away their son’s blood,
Their souls depart,
Finally the bitter,
Kind hearted,
Death,
Has brought an end,
To all their suffering,
And shifted guilt,
To the,
Innocent,
As mothers weep,
I think,
To myself,
How wonderful,
This world,
We die in.
By Morbid G
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MorbidGposted on 04/14/2008
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