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Stop, my son,
Mother is here..
There is no need,
to replace me with tears.

To be apart of the weeping,
was better than, 
you being with me.
Cause my heart is empty,
and my mind is vague.
Liberate your strength,
so you can have a fair defeat.

If only I had the condolences,
to accept a proper fate.
Did you ever understand,
the path you didn't take?
You're walking a dark alley,
all alone.. 
(Reap what you have sown...)
Throwing ignorance,
Reflecting negligence,
find my innocence,
in truth...

Damnation from my birthright.
All which is wrong,
ends with right.
Have you any insight?
Maybe pain is you being a sadist, or a sad sight?

Your mutiny shows gusto.
Maybe you're the sadistic one.
Smiling psychotically with a invite.
One day neither of us will weep anymore...

(Chuckles) Oh Mom, ha ha ha...

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