Mothers, lovers, renamed regret,
Worship the words that undermined.
Undercover sins, repentance reminds.
There is no good, no bad, just ugly.
And you're getting uglier weekly.
The earthly memories remain, fainting
And your corpse will be your oil painting.
And all you were will be replaced
by a benevolent close-up of your face.
Revered relief in innocent exits
Then pillaged away 'til life forgets it.
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