Mourner

Raise your fist and bark out loud,

when you alight the burial shroud,

and you stay strong,

and carry on,

but no one seems to hear your song,

so what of you and things you need,

a pint of blood to feed your seed,

a quart of booze and still you lose,

can’t bury this you can not choose,

you gave your breast unto this strife,

born again into this life,

but this is you, and well I’m me,

I’ll carry you eternally,

don’t look left, I’m on your right,

to hold you tight, this darkest night.

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