DO THEY NOT SEE THE DARKSIDE OF THEE
In the heart of a mother her child stands above all others
her knotted pain inside, that revengeful pride,
the lost of a child to the dark side.
That piercing death stare, dark chills in that reflective glare
her suspicious nature must be subdued,
for the weary and the outspoken that bill has come due.
What of this despicable evil that would seize a child
the ruthless rotting of an innocent soul,
this treacherousness scornfully being servered cold.
This mother could'nt hear the cries of the kittens
fait whimpers! as the puppies went missing,
The truth was to cruel to mention for the prevention.
Wicked shadow consuming this mother's dream
hateful heart in a child what? does this mean
can this evil be untaught or is it all for naught
Who could expected it, a mother's cries are neglected
who would'nt reject it, how can you excepted it
Is this fight to hell with thee! my child must be free.