Mommy drank another whisky,
She'd drink until the sun was gone, she said it was no biggie.
As she drank, curious eyes began to watch.
Upon noticing this dreadful act, she grabbed the coffee and was about to launch.
The warm beverage could never compete with her anger,
Hardly anyone could, no one had such words like a dagger.
Her eyes would always resemble an unstoppable flame,
And her actions were like her profound destiny to proclaim.
Fear was how she raised me,
And that's why daddy would always tell me, "your mommy's got a way to make the people around her flee."
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Materials of the Dead
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