The earth is barren and dry.
She is dragging herself to the grave;
Pulling her cross, summoning her crucifixion.
Wrinkled skin, flesh rotten within;
Her bloody heart bulging out of torn flesh;
Dry thirsty lips peeling like flakes of a dry soul.
She breathes toxicity of human sins,
Drinks black mortal vices, flowing through immortal rivers.
Pain of aching mental wounds;
worms of greed feasting on her brain.
A dead fetus of hope in her decaying womb.
A stench of a dying corpse, a stench of regret and remorse.
She wants you to be uncomfortable,
She wants you to feel the fear, the horror.
The one you inflicted; Human inhumane.
T h i n k. 