Where is your shame,
Great Mother of blame?
The sins of generations are coursing through your vein...
But when all the blood is spilled, there is nothing left to gain.
So where are you going...
Who is left to play your game?
How many more pawns must there be?
Before we can clearly see,
The mistakes that are destined for me.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
Where is your shame,
Great Mother of blame?
The sins of generations are coursing through your vein...
But when all the blood is spilled, there is nothing left to gain.
So where are you going...
Who is left to play your game?
How many more pawns must there be?
Before we can clearly see,
The mistakes that are destined for me.
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