your mother sleeps with arms outstretched,
tomorrow she'll take back what was hers
your sister waits in the marsh
and the leeches are calling her deeper
after all, didn't the apocalypse start in your back yard?
didn't hell reign on your house first?
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 5:08 AM UTC
your mother sleeps with arms outstretched,
tomorrow she'll take back what was hers
your sister waits in the marsh
and the leeches are calling her deeper
after all, didn't the apocalypse start in your back yard?
didn't hell reign on your house first?
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