Happy Mothers Day

Seeds were planted so ealy on;
to follow blindly is always wrong.

Weakness has turned you into a shell.
I’m the fire that burns without you.

Hate
is your face, your name,

promises you made.

You are such a waste.

Your addictions have beaten you.
In no time you will fill a grave.

Your borrowed time has all but expired.
I’m the fire that burns without you.

This is what it’s like to see the end.
The helping hands are driving in the nails now.

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