MOTHA MONSTA
Crack, weed, needles, tears and screams of many, we all Hear It
Resurrected from the dead ones, containing the devils Spirit
Wonder, worry, and fear as we hear her own children Cry
Night time striker as we hear the young and innocent Die
Children never pampered, grown up or had a meal for Supper
Although in the cold hearted women, they found a part to Love Her
They just want a mother, one who is caring and Loving
Shes gone crazed over her issues n feens for the Money
Was once intelligent, wrong path caused her to forget when she was So Smart
Now all thats left is a crazed mother, addicted to drugs, with a Cold Heart
We wonder what flows through the mind once we See Her
Noticing her red eyes and her other monsterous Features
Her children abused, but there still alive and have the story to Tell
The stories of how she once was an angel, sent straight into Hell
She was raised in misery, and was crazed from the Start
Jealously and rage had her swipe a life, stealing a Heart
Always doing the wrong thing, Comitted Three Crimes
Drugs, Conduct and child abuse had her Convited Three Times
Babies weak and defenseless, as her beatings were Lethal
As they Cry stare in the Eyes of someone so Evil
She once said she never forgiven her mother, forgetting the times We Had
Which led her to the wrong path, doing drugs, and rejected Rehab
Raped and abused, as she forcefully had given birth to Six
To strong for abortion, so slit their throats as she gave them a Kiss
Always on the road, as lighting strikes and the Thunders Loud
Looking for another bistander to drag to the Underground
She was always loner, saying she always wanted someone With Me
Though she was friendless as she dropped outta school at only Fifteen
Money hungry, out to rob or go and be maken a Killen
Though it all went to drugs, as she neglected her Children
Then on one sunny day, something has Happened
Someone wanted this ended, and was up for the Challenge
Sent from heaven, struck this creature twice, as he Let Her Fell
Begging and pleading, as she was dragged down to the debts of Hell
As good always prevails, gifting the caring and Lovers
It took ending a life, but of this monster Mother..
Took this picture and found a bit of a different topic to use with it... Enjoy.. Good luck Verity.
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