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ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Mother of six mentally ill
Murder and torture randomly
Cradle of love never unlocked
Children in pain trapped indoors
Envy to a daughter jealous for the body
She never had and will never have
Dorcing to eat till she feels sick
Burning her legs as she munchs the rest
She never had a way to escape
She never knew for sure the pain
A mother could put through her
Twisted mind sadistic method for crime
Distorted and vile she takes a gun
Opens the grave a shot in her chest
Wounded and scrawny no surgeon at home
Dying in pain with four days in lock
A mode to perceive it killing for a living
Feeding a mind that never adjusted
Slaying the world she supposed to die for
Nothing will change this fucking brainstorm
