I Was A Queen, And You Took

I Wasn’t Raised, I Was Built.

No One Understands My Ills, Nor The Terror That Fills My Breast, Who Does Not Know The Heart Of A Mother.

Tribulation First Makes One Realize What One Is.

It Is The Nature Of Human Beings, And Especially Of The Mediocre Ones, To Wish To Change Everything. They Desire It All The More Because They Know Popularity Will Accrue Rather To Those Who Disturb Than To Those Who Maintain Order.

I Have Just Been Condemned, Not To A Shameful Death, Which Can Only Apply To Felons, But Rather To Finding Your Brother Again...i Seek Forgiveness For All Whom I Know For Every Harm I May Have Unwittingly Caused Them...adieu, Good, Gentle Sister...i Embrace You With All My Heart As Well As The Poor, Dear Children.