do you think when the saint was struck down
he felt the pain of the mother whose child yells
get the fuck out of my room

you feel this child's pain
though you may not know its source---
the clouds which hide the light of the truth
the pain of separation and confusion and desire

so cry, and scream, and hit your brother
break my heart;
i'll still be here for you
i will always be your mother

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