How important is your Mother Mary?
Many of you have forgotten
My anger subsides
And I drink that wrathful cup
Like I am a child before my mother
Giving me that cup that tastes awful
With her crossed arms
And her tapping foot
Knowing that I can take it
Instead of pouring out on you..
So I drink it
I will keep on drinking it
But how long, Mother?
The agony has emptied Purgatory..