'Rumour' my heart
when 'the' one knows- about 'My' mother's past.
The truth is bad for you to know and I'm sublime.
She was wronged for right; for right to be born
when her hundred sons were dead and gone.
All her daughters were cruelly forlorned.
You are the darkest demon of earth!
You are penury of my mother's love!
Fight me back and unhurt -
could I forgive you for your moral hunt?
In the windy country of thin blood...of laughs and gluttony and other stuff;
the joy of your sadistic justice, of lamenting love...
I shall find you to reason your absurd.
You are 'the' one f all, suspend black magic.
The coins of your coy and the victory of foe,
murderer of my mother's son and daughters who were sold,
blood fabricates us, I no more hibernate.
Vengeance and justice amalgamate, the fear is ready.
I hunt you with love.
Her ashes shine and I fight.
I have you Father...hence it is 'the' time.