<i>she sits by the river styx waiting for her boat ...
a boat that will take her to the eternal depression of death.
As she sits by the river the tears seem to trickle down her pale powder white cheeks -
past her rose red lips, then fall to the floor to burn like acid.
No personal Jesus at the end of the tunnel.
The few words she whispers over... my mother ...
she was not supposed to be dead.
The church had lied when they said God would protect.
He didn't stop what they knew would happen,
this girl had been ill a long time now.
She could have survived if it wasn't for the mother,
virgin mother looking down on this girl trying to protect her.
Mothers are not as loving as they seem...this mother anyway
she was giving her loving daughter antimony,
what a poison to give a child.</I>
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Mam nadzieję, że nie popełniłam błędów...
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