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As a mother I knew I had to have
had a maternal commitment
but I didn't. That's why I
created something so despicable
it caused mass destruction to everyone
near....

I gave birth to twins of evil.

The grave danger I designed
didn't look dangerous on the
contray, they behaved like two
perfect angels, talked like them
too. Beguiling fey that's what
described my daughters.

I dedicated my life on saving others,
yet I couldn't save them.
Neglecting them instead of shaping them
towards the good of God's grace.

Some days I wondered if I was the slave
that would cross the street with them.
Did people pick up the deadly aura
that was hidden behind their gilded
smiles? Or was it me that knew the
truth? Either way it was painful to
imagine being the one that had spawned
those devils out of me, but I had no
other choice, my hands were tied, now
as I close my eyes I can rest in peace now.
I have told my story before my blood drains.
Now,I'm content; beware of the twins.

*I don't know what to call this poem if you have any ideas please tell me, I'll consider them.