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Freak
Mother's boy, don't hate her bed;
For it's there, when men are gone,
That blood is shed and the world is born.
Moonlit incantations rise --
Forbidden words, in rings of trees --
The world can breathe, in precious peace.
Be it weapon or a tool
She and it will cleanse it all
And Mother's boy, boy will you fall.
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