Lachrymating matriarch, shrilling echoes in the dark,
perusing to find her son or stalk, but, he had risen with his Patriarch.
Creeping and crawling, "in complete steel feeling"
howling in pain, crashing, claws of steel, terra digging.
Somber pitch in the night, a towering rage and phantom sight,
her gleaming eyes, were very bright, absence of reason, 'twasn't right.
His stiff flesh laid on the ground, as she shook the cadaver all 'round,
green in ire, she emitting sounds, incredulous in astound.
Why have you gone my dear son? For my perished spouse as you've gone,
take me with you, I have no one, as she injected a bullet in the gun.
Mumbling, life is but shadows, all is empty and very hollow,
distorted dreams, and no tomorrow, existing seems so callous.
Grimacing face wouldn't wane, querying why son died in vain,
slumping body over her saint, trembling body, with no restraint.
As a cascade of blood oozed her head, lay there she, as she bled,
before the lead left her head, son and mother lay dead.
'Nam crypt of souls, buried our innocent cold,
with but no explanation, rests our dead, young and old.
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