[Poetry] A Melody of Death

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.

 

 

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