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My mother is weak
And I cannot stand it
She is feeble, stupid, and plain
Who are you?
And where is the woman that I once knew?
You’re a weakling, darling
A scaredy little ghost
I love music, and nature, and flowers, and suchI love helping some students with homework and stuff
Rivers of blood will wipe these London streets
Leading to one thing
Leading to me
I've done my duty
And I have done it well.
