Matricide
Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it.
I am the devil, same as my forefathers
I am the liar and so are they
Many nights ago the devil trolloped along my bedside
Teaching me to lie to hate to steal,
But most importantly they gave me a mask
A mask made of ivory
Taken from a fearful elephant cornered by men
Slain confused for it not knowing it’s purpose
The task of the men and the mask are the same, to make me look like porcelain
Oh no presentable
For you have replaced her midnight skin that glistens above with the stars,
With an ivory mask
For you have made the Angel hate her skin
That glistens in the moonlight
For you made the Angel weep at her hips and lips and shoulders
You made her hide them
For you have made the Angle hate her hair
That grows towards the heavens
You are the Devil.
You are the Liar.
You are the Murderer.
For you have taken the Angel from the heavens
For you have dragged her by chains
To the depths of hell
However, the piercing ivory mask is breaking ever so slightly at every passing moment
Leaving her a way to escape
Of course,
For you the devil have made her your obedient servant