My mother’s bed where they consummated
Is where,( from their bodies) they were liberated.
If my mother were alive i may’ve not had to turn
A sister and my lover into the sustenance of worms.
Her pretty blond hair and her virginity she gave
but their right to breathe air i revoked from the knaves.
Am i sorry for the passion that ended my loves life?
NO!! I am sorry for ruining my good kitchen knife!