Mother’s awfully protective of her young
Her tempestuous love
Will turn the winds into legions of banshees
The seas shall hunt continents for trophy
Her lifeblood spills forth as magma
The land splits into gashes
With sweltering volcanic winters
The rage of the goddess
Is a million
black widows’ stings
Tempt her not,
for one tear of her grief
Is yet another Black Death
Untouchable by witch doctors
Her wail would send mankind
Into the Dark Ages once again
Honor your mother
For every heartbeat of yours
is at her hand
An act of mercy
for all of man
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 