The Dead Weather

Old Mary

The Dead Weather

Sea of Cowards


Old Mary full of grease
Your heart stops within you
Scary are the fruits of your tomb
And harsh are the terms of your sentence.

Old Mary Sister of mine
Mother to the world
Carry this burden now
Until the moment of your last breath.
Now till the moment of your last breath.

I lost my place.

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