Oh mother of mine.

She says to the son: "How was this deed of deed's done, for if not evil you are, remember you are my son?"

He says: "With my sickle oh mother of evil, with my sickle I did kill him."

She says" "Why have you done this to my son, son of my own?"

He says: "The sin does run deep with us my mother of evil, my mother of sin, for I am what you have made me, am I not an image of him?"

She says: "An image tainted, twisted and jaded. Your veiws from reality are quite faded."

He says: "A mirror one must look, for the sight of the truth was all it took."

She says: "I must confess I don't know of what you speak, your evil is great thus your future is bleak."

He says: "Remember the garden oh mother of mine? Remember what is there hidden under flower, under dirt? Who else did my secret hurt?"

She looks to the garden studying the earth around her. Her eyes all of a sudden go wide. She spins around waving her hands in entricate detail but as she opens her mouth to utter the words to a spell only gurgling blood flows from her lips as she spits in shock.

In a calm manner her right hand goes to her throat flowing like a river with the lifeblood of her veins from a wound as deep and wide as the chasm of hate which created it. Eyes still wide she knows her fate.

She falls to her knees.
She falls forward on her face.
She stares at the ground.
She stares at the garden beneath her.
She cries.
Then dies.

The boy of not even 10 licks the blood from his sickle then dons his pigskull helmut with flesh still intact.

He says: "The master will want the answers, the answers lay within the garden for there he must go, and the garden will surely show.....oh mother of mine."

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I feel like a daisy on a warm spring day.