Mother Knows Best

Mother Knows Best

Your scribes.

These words of fools you aspire.

Do they not seek,

the same knowledge you require?

The image of envious beauty you spool.

Do they not fear,

what the world may inspire ?

Your heart,

the cherry of the gloom.

Does it not whither,

in these lands of the dire.

You reach through all the laden fools,

have you not seen the stricken fire?

Why do you wonder,

in these endless lies ?

When we seek your pleasure,

the ever lustful kind.

why do you dream;

of thorny spikes.

When we know the rest.

Of the story,

Of your desire.

Image Credits: Xx-RA-xX

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