Who is this crass
      piece of White Trash
      Bowed down by oppression?

      You all: Get out!
      My red rage shouts
      From this, our last goodbye

      After today
      I cannot pray
      To a god unsatisfied
 

Until that time
Through life I'll climb
Although I am betrayed

That was the fate
of Mother Late
Undeserving of her pain.