And Mother you suffered so much,
So much to bear him
To raise him so much
And
You had no other alternatives but tragedies
I saw an unmoving child and a mother weep
And as they did to the Christ
To him e do now
A Passion! A Passion and long!
Longer than Passion of Christ!
Barren, black, bleak and chill
And solitude
Solitude
Solitude
Heart broken
Hart broken only
Aching.
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