| Mother, why? |
| — Hast thou forsaken me
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| Let me die — This prison made for me
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| Cold, numb, longing to succumb — fetal creature wise and heaven-wrought
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| Lost, stark, clawing in the dark — Cosmic consciousness devoid of thought
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| Mother — mother of light
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| Ancient — hidden from sight
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| This curse, this wretched joy — Bequeathed unbidden to her, this blighted baby
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| boy
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| The hooded figures crown her, the harbinger of doom — Anointed unrepentant,
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| destined for Earthly tomb
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| Proud, strong, whispering her song — Lullabies to soothe the seething beast
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| Black, night, hex protects from fright — And fire burns to warm their fragile
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| peace
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| Father — father of sky
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| Warrior — destined to die
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| What’s this infernal racket, upon the cabin door? |
| — Pitchforks and torches
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| blazing, these cries of «Burn the whore!»?
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| Their dirty fingers grabbing, their greedy mouths agape — Their crucifixes
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| gleaming, prohibiting escape
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| The townsfolk said, «We'll chop off her head! |
| We’ll feed the worms this lustful,
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| loathsome hag!»
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| With daggers drawn, for her and her spawn, «We'll burn the farmer’s daughter |
| bound and gagged!»
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| Once she was beautiful, once she was his bride
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| They tied her to a stake
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| She burnt alive
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| The madding crowd shouted out loud, «That wanton wench, we’ll hang her by the
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| heels!
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| Thy kingdom come, the Lord’s will be done! |
| We’ll gut the suckling piglet while
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| he squeals!»
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| Once she was beautiful, once she was his bride
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| They tied her to a stake
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| She burnt alive
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| It thus begins, always in an end
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| Mother will have her revenge
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| Mother will have her revenge |