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To grasp the glass of red liquored water
To cleanse the mind of ones slaughters
To turn to rose ones countenance
To follow life’s ordinance
To drowned ones fathers
To shrug aside ones bothers
To show ones obedience
To strip yourself of your brilliance
Swirling anguish, Sipping lies
Silly girl, you Russian fly
A perfect angel to pickled bride
All you do is run and hide
All alone locked inside
All day you cry and cry
Letting all your life slip by
Hurry up if you want to die
If you think today is just another
There can be no other
Her Only mother
Are you willing to make her suffer?
At the hand of that unholy water
- by armygirlspirit |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/27/2011 |
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- Title: Till death do we drink?
- Artist: armygirlspirit
- Description: Poem of written as a Rant to an alcoholic mother
- Date: 09/27/2011
- Tags: till death drink
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