The Bitch From Hell

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Come gather round, a tale I'll tell.
A terrible tale of the bitch from hell.
This woman was born of earthly man,
A loving father, and a caring mam.
For most of her life all was well,
Then she became, a bitch from hell.
She developed a temper, oh so keen.
Treating her husband, and kids so mean.

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What went wrong no-one knows,
But anger, and hatred within her grows.
It tortured and twisted her vengeful soul,
And soon from grace, she did fall.
Her husband dear hadn't much a life,
She really was his trouble and strife.
Yelled and balled, and screamed at him.
Insulted, abused his kith and kin.
 

She ruled the roost with a fist of steel.
With which her husband used to wield.
Across the bodies of children three,
Causing physical harm, and misery.
Cared she not, for all of the pain.
Which was dished out, in her name.
The mental scarring, that was to come,
For her daughter, and her son's.

 

Her oldest grandchild she had killed.
Her only daughter, wasn't on the pill.
There in a bucket, beside her bed
Lay her baby, cold and dead!
To her eldest son, she once complained,
She's never forgiven for causing her pain.
That wondrous pain of giving birth,
She's cursed the day he came to earth.

 

The youngest child, out of three,
Lived his life, almost damage free.
Then in turn, his time had come.
And more abuse for her younger son.
One by one they all left home,
Just husband and his wife alone.
You may think, that peace would return
But you'd be wrong, for his soul, she burned.

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And as the lonely years rolled by,
The old man, eventually died.
With broken heart and full of shame,
A life of hatred and of blame.
But his children knew, and understand.
The power was taken from his hands.
He made his peace with all his kids,
Then quietly to his death he slid.

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And still she lives, yet not alone.
Because, her daughter went back home.
She's forgiven her, and trying again,
To try and make, this woman her friend.
Her eldest son, doesn't want to know,
He's cut the ties, and he's let go.
The younger son, he's gone too.
And really doesn't know what to do.

 

I can't forgive, I won't forget.
While she breathes, she's still a threat.
I'll never rest until she's gone.
For I am, her eldest son!
My brother, and my sister try,
But she will never apologise.
a loving woman you can tell,
That's why I call her, the bitch from hell!

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