A dying mother is always in need
Hair down, boy in her arms, eternally
In pain and in need of beauty
Suffering for the chance to breed the free
He who is free must learn to crush the free
The weakness, the freedom, of spiritual destiny
A moribund father exhales love as he bleeds
Barren head, lesions, afflicted internally
His arms still carry the burdening weight
Of passing on failure, breeding deceit
His fingers still fold, his nails are all cracked
Easy to look to the heavens when forced on your back
Died long before
Better off sterile than lording over a sick race
Mother Ear...
