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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A mother wears a grey vail as she weeps in realities of hell, the casket closes no one peeps as the pain seeps, she becomes numb. Bottles open cups poured; tears fall as she recalls the day she lost her all, she promised to stand tall, all her fears vanished with the promise to banish, all she could see was red she wanted them dead; she took a sip it was time to dip. A mother wears a grey vail as she weeps in the realities of hell, shedding tears she has lost all fears, gears grind as she finds the men that sinned, spin the block glocks cocked take a sip check the clip. A small grin is it a sin, she set to annihilate they violated, mind a haze as she remembers the days tears flow emotions show she takes a sip time slips her heart skips hands grip the steal is cold she will not fold. A mother wears a grey vail as she weeps in realities hell, she sets and waits her sanity at stake, streets covered in ice and snow their decent will show its time to repent to a greater extent. Nautical twilight is diabolical vapors of breath as they step discreet and silent she waits to deplete Beelzebub's heir its only fair, A small grin is it a sin no one peeped as her pain seeped. A mother wears a grey vail as she weeps in realities hell, take a sip get a grip lock the clip glocks cocked she smiled and waved their faces caved the steal is cold her grip did not fold as she unloads. The snow now glows as their decent flows, tears fall no more fears mind a haze as she remembers the days unlock the clip let it slip drop the glock call the cops I’ve ended the beasts they lay in the streets.
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