Mama
always said that you shouldn't dance on someone's grave because it
will curse you and your kids for all eternity. Mama was
superstitious, she loved the church, she loved Crystals, she loved
the spirit world as she called it. Mama.. if only your mind didn't
break too early. You would have been able to see what I saw. You will
see how evil Oscar was, how broken I was. You would see the truth and
you would dance with me, Mama. You would sing with me, Mama. You
would weep with me. The evil was defeated, the bitch is dead. My
sister killed him and saved me, Mama. In a couple of days, I will
celebrate his first anniversary. He doesn't have a grave for he's
nothing but ashes scattered in the wind but I will put some music and
I will dance on that day, Mama. The bitch is dead. Long live the
bitch.
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