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    Hey, mother of the dead,
    how dreadful are you?
    I had loved you with my whole heart,
    but I'm afraid you didn't love me
    Instead you threw me from comfort bed
    into the land filled with bodies and bones
    I had thought you're dear-
    and you are there
    I thought you'll make good mother,
    I never knew you'll have me murdered.
    You called me from my solace place
    you came grinning, you said a hi!
    I was so deceived by the fake smile,
    but who am I? I just but must comply.
    Here is the punishment to your sin,
    The one you committed in the inn,
    you shall become a barren,
    you shall have nothing but a brutal end.

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  • Oyin Young: Friday, 19 May 2017 at 11:38:00
  • Label(s): Kingsley Godstime , Poems
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