Treat Your Mother Well.

And she said, “Treat your Mother well because there’s a special place in hell for you her trip her on the wire while she waits to call you liars, where the words soak deep and break every bone; the one that came before you and the one that stands alone. When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall. When you say your last words, once and for all.”

And she said, “Treat your Mother well, because there’s a special place in hell.”

 

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