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Pierce open my chest,
And drink the blood that gushes,
And tell me-
Does it taste the same,
As the milk you drank,
Eons ago?

God, forgive my son-
For today,
He has grown out of sin-

Instead, into the deepest pit,
Of vermin-
Head-long,
He has fallen.

No Respite-
He deserves none,
I know.

Yet, forgive him o' Lord-
A mother's heart can never condemn,
Never ever snuff out,
Her flesh.


Period.