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I remember when

I was younger

Mother, you mistreated me,

I've lived this long,

Looking to shove it,

Back into your face!



So before you die!

Look into my eyes and see,

all the pain

you have infested in me.



So before you die!

open your mind and see,

my own vision!



I was to  be your slave,

your servant of the times,

misused and neglected,

Mother... why did you do this to me,



I have lived this long,

Looking to shove it,

Back into your face!



So before you die!

Look into my eyes and see,

all the pain

you have infested in me.



So before you die!

open your mind and see,

my own vision!



No choice...

this life...

pain festers...

your knife...

Decommission...

your sins!

Reapremise...

your kin!

Don't Lose your mind!