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Madonna's Legacy
Heavenly Mother, How could you bear to lose your son? I weep reliving your agony. Born from anxiety and despair, beneath My stomach the babe which the State Will judge and find guilty. To shackle, beat, enslave, and murder against My motherly will. Beginning with you, beloved Mother, Inherited from mother to daughter My damnation of motherhood. Praying constantly unable to stop. Perhaps my child will be spared? As I am their mother, There is no guarantee. Cursed inheritance, an unbroken shackle, Hated fate, branded into the flesh of the heavenly son. Reborn in children who bare his image, thus branded. The child peers over a shoulder awaiting punishment Whether they committed a crime or not. It matters none to the State. Devoted Mother, how could you know Your son was not to be the last? Centuries after his crucifixion, children following His death and mothers overwhelmed with agony. The scars on soul and flesh echo over the centuries. Fresh and deepening, your trauma’s lifespan grows. Fracturing my heart.
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