Momma, Momma, make a place for me. I’m tired of fighting and I, I’m not ready, ready to sing my winter song. It’s been too damned long, long enough for me to see. Momma, Momma, I see everything.
There’s a big black star in the center of the oceans, deepest dark and gravity, where the last whale will go to die. Momma, Momma, there’s a grown man cryin’. Say a prayer if you come to see vacant eyed prisoners, the gallery of lost hope, spirits afire. Pray for me, Momma, I’m a mouth in the choir.
There’s a big black hole in the middle of the earth, deepest dark and gravity, where the last wolf will go to die. Momma, Momma, it’s a zoo inside. Look into the eyes of the great black ape. Its tears are real, the way it feels, its naked soul, pit of shame, guiltless pawn to the zoo game.
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Tom (WordWulf) Sterner 2017 ©