The Mother has spoken.
More blood is needed to be spilt on the sacred place.
More human flesh need to be burn at stake.
More hope need to be destroyed.
More houses need to be turn into ruins.
More and more of it.
More and more of all.
For the Goddess is sick
And blood is the cure.
For the divine Pillars of Faith that holds the Fountain of Divinity are fallen apart by the works of Men.
So, repay we are.
And with us we give.
1 comment:
this is one fantastic poem..
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