I write with love
and I write for free
this way is death
please come with me
my words are true
and my eyes are soft
this is your chance
come with and see
thy worth is great
thy heart is pure
my arms stay open
so please be sure
I wait for you always
and offer you my love
but the only love you know
left you pain to endure
this world is death
this world is black
you choose your way
and never turn back
your heart is empty
your soul is dark
you see the light
and ignore the spark.
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A mother that loves her own
but she cannot plainly see
the death in her mouth
rotting root and tree
of sky and earth
so spreads the dark
it leaks from her face
always finding its mark
oh mother, oh mother
your love is like no other
it slaps the face of who you love
it takes and takes and takes and takes
oh mother, sweet woman
do you know what you do
your arm a fine lover
your hand waiting to smother
oh mother, my mother
it was me you were loving
it was me you were loving.
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