Funeral

I didn't mean to, but the evil thing grew Until a tree bloomed and it bore fruit (The babies are in the bathwater) They had a bad father, and now I've made for him a memory Remember me? The one that bore your seed? Well now they sleep I lined 'em up one by one, daughter and son from old to young Joshua, Noah, Matthew, and even Abby, only one Crying, I baptized them "I'm sorry my child, close your eyes for a while, Mommy loves you, goodbye" They were the sweetest, remember how they needed us? Like Jesus Pleading, crying "Mommy, breastfeed us" I'm sorry my angels, but the world is not a safe place for babies They won't blame me, my whole life's been wasted The crime was committed against me first when I gave birth I'm not a nurturer, so I sent them innocent back to the earth Now I'm standing here reminiscing, sharpening these knives in the kitchen I think he'll be coming home soon, I wonder if he'll miss them You weren't aware of the female hysteria? It's scarier than miscarriages and the plans you weren't aware of In prenatal, premeditated hate I lied in wait And now with my fatal rage this genealogy's been erased An empty cradle remains They'll say I was a monster Heartless for committing the darkest arts of the postpartum The Mother Modern Worldly Cast to Hell But what will become of the children? Well I guess only time will tell "911, what's your emergency?" "I need a police officer" "What's the problem, ma'am?" "Uh, I just need 'em to come" "Alright, ma'am, well we really need to know why we're coming Is your husband there? Is he in the house?" "No" "Alright, ma'am, well we really need to know what the problem is Are you having a disturbance? Are you ill or what?" "Um, yes, yes, I'm ill" "Do you need an ambulance?" "Eh, yeah, yes, send me an ambulance" "Ma'am?"