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Oh, you’ve grown so big.
You command quite a fleet. My expectations, they’re met, Though they weren’t hard to meet. Your lifestyle may be hard to swallow, But I don’t judge who you persuade to follow. I only know that I’m your mother. I love you like I love no other. “I love you” may be hard to hear: I fear it falls on a deafly ear. “I love you” isn’t hard to say For a child’s mother, every day. “I love you” is all I know. With it, you did learn, and grow. For wickedness inflicted, For torment you’ve sewn, For the evil you foster As if it’s your own, I love you, my son. I always will, Even if it’s me you kill. Line Count: 20
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