Long before what is black was blackened
Blooms of gray made mother lovely
Mother ain't lovely no more
And long before the house was leaning
The corridor of box woods
Box woods ain't there no more
And like to burned the house
Long before this road seemed knotted
There was but one path dim and cozy
Path don't seem to be no more
And long before you were my sister
Gals in town they called me mister
Ain't no girl call on me no more
Were you not my only dream?
And long before you were an artwork
Mama suckled you on her holy breast
Mama's breast ain't holy no more
Long before we shared a short sheet
I stood above you as you slept
I don't stand above no more
And will drift along tongueless
Till we see fit to stand before
That virgin cunt, that sainted whore
Whose piss we have slept under
Is her heel print that marks our faces?
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