Le Cercueil

Le cercueil 
French ;where the dead belong. 

Our baby never lived, 
Said mamma and papa fought
Fought over god
The same God that killed me
And killed you.
Our baby never loved.
He said, this can't ever happen again.
He dint know that mama was a rookie
That mama dint know what else to be
Mama only loves. 
Mama doesn't know how;
Our baby never died
Our baby breathes through the hollow casket our bloodied veins fought to build.