Mother, I've got something to tell you

Fighting the feeling with each new Ripped stitch Flesh simmering in this hell And I'll make no apologies for what I Tell you When you rather sink instead of swim, Believe me I'd rather be with God Than in your dour earthly kingdom you Wrought by tearing down mine For no apparent reason other than boredom And feeling you can. You wanted the perks of motherhood Without actually being a mother, Never feeling or saying sorry for the mistakes I'm paying for that you done did. If forgiveness never slips from my lips For you, it's because you believe you've Done nothing wrong. Your love was heavily disguised as hate, You dug your grave, now sleep in it.