We are sisters and we serve our Mother. She cannot move. She does not move. She is home. Home, home, the place where we were born. We clawed and bit our way out of our prisons into the warm warm wet dark. We were birthed by Mother and raised by our sisters. Sister, sister, they nurtured us, fed us, made us strong.
We are sisters and we feel our way through the dark. We attend to Mother, we gather food for her. She rests. When the trees green with new growth we set foot from our damp damp dark home and find food. There are creatures outside, monsters, evil, evil, they hate Mother. We must protect her. But we emerge anyway because Mother knows food is important.
We are sisters and we stay close to home. There are brothers but they do not work, they only eat, eat the food that we gather for Mother. So we send them out to find their own Mothers, and they are never never seen again, but we are them and they are us, so they do not die. Mother gives brothers new life when the leaves turn dying dying dead.
We are sisters and we do not starve when white, white cold covers our tunnels. Mother told us to work hard and so we did. We have food but when we eat eat everything Mother will decide which sisters must join us again. They do not die, because they are within us. We will live forever if Mother does, and Mother cannot die. Mother must not die.
We are sisters and we are soldiers. When others go to fight with us for food we send our strongest to defend our Mother. We are all strong. We wage war until we die but we will never never perish. The others serve a mother as well but they are wrong wrong wrong because our Mother is strongest and oldest and best. We must prove that Mother is best.
We are sisters and we are strong. We bite and claw and poison our enemies. We fight fight die die, but Mother gives us life again, so we do not perish. When Mother dies we will perish, but She will live forever. Until our long long tunnels cave and our enemies come to eat us we will live, live, die, and live again.