Sister I asked for the world to stop,
life but the living has blown it up.
I cast my face in the deepest mud,
I killed our mother with the coldest blood.
I tried to steal what was dear to me,
Only to find it was dearer where,
it once had had it's place.
Power and wealth was a pale disguise,
and what it betrayed has long sins demised.
I wrecked the highest praise.
Motherly love is worthless, dead and gone.
Retrenched from the heart it was given from.