The tears of old children
I put her on a white hair
Throw the wet chain into the air
and wish me that I had a mother
No sun that shines on me
no breast has cried milk
there is a hose in my throat
I have no navel on my stomach
mother
I was not allowed to lick nipples
and no fold to hide
nobody gave me a name
begotten in haste and without seed
The mother who never bore me
I swore tonight
I will give her an illness
and then sink them in the river
mother
An eel lives in her lungs
on my forehead a birthmark
remove it with Messers kiss
even if I have to die from it
mother
An eel lives in her lungs
on my forehead a birthmark
remove it with Messers kiss
even if I have to bleed to death
mother
Oh give me power
Only among all we can make this a better place :)