The 3rd long act comes to the endnMothers are crying in my closed eyesnVibrate the ropes of soulsnCovered in red funeral pool…nThe curtain stained with bloodnDrops on our graves…nMothers are crying!nMothers are crying!nMothers are crying in my closed eyesnMothers are crying!nMothers are dying!nMothers are crying in my closed eyes…nA triumph of roses on the velvet linesnThe white form, so inert,nBuried under deads…nI sink the knife in the mother’s heartnAnd the capes grow scarlet from violet…nUsher invites us to take a place Mothers are crying!nMothers are crying!nMothers are crying in my closed eyesnMothers are crying!nMothers are crying!nMothers are dying in my closed eyes…nUsher invites us to take a place Starts…representation nOf collective death…nAfter the murdernThe heads are rolling downnOn soft pillowsnSlacked with blood…nPetals of mother stand uncoveredn…the hall is now so cold…n…the hall is now so cold…n…the hall is now so cold…n