A heart of molten gold is quietly skipping beats
Hesitantly, painstakingly, patiently
Softly She breathes, trembling as She tries to hold it in for as long as She can
Nobody seems to notice…..
…..They pierce Her, and She writhes
They twist the blades, and She bleeds
They penetrate Her, and She cries
Her wimper is smothered, so no one can hear her
No mother in the world could withstand such agony
But She is Our Mother
And for our sake, She endures…..
…..To look upon Her face is to be struck motionless
Lost within the gaze of a horrifying mask
A monster has She become
For carelessly, sadistically,
Maliciously, they carve into Her, still…..
Taking only what they want
Leaving the rest of Her in pieces
Yet they can never be satisfied…..
…..Soon She will be completely unrecognisable
Both in spirit and appearance
Yet She is awake, and Her patience is waning
Even the Angels are poised, ready to release Her from Her bonds…..
…..But in the meanwhile…..
…..The War Between the Spirits plays within Her mind
Thunder explodes within Her ears, and She becomes deaf to all that is outside of Her
Lightning arcs across the Heavens, and She is struck blind
She has lost all but Her sense of touch
If only such mercy were afforded Her…..
….Cries come from within, and desperately She searches around,
Trying to determine from where they have come
She hears Her children, yet they are no where to be found
Her babies! What are they doing to Her babies?
Echoes of lost innocence…..
…..Echoes fading into silence
She feels their pain, but She is losing touch
Where have they gone?
What have they done?…..
…..Like a rising tide, a crowd begins to roar; filling the silence with its selfish woes and wants and wrath
These are not Her children any more
These children are dead, soul-less
Their numbers are great, and their numbers are rising
Every now and then She hears another child cry out
But just as quickly as She hears them, the cry is absorbed into the growing mass
To Her knees, She falls in despair…..
…..Glimpses of Her body flash before Her eyes
She is covered in blood
Laughter follows with them…..
…..She closes her eyes and She’s back in Her head again
The war is still going
Thunder crawls across endless plains
And She is alone…..
…..When will it end?
And She is alone
Soon, She will be dead…..
……She is dying now, even as we speak
But She is innocent and, above all, deserves so much better
They talk of reincarnation
As if we might all be re-born into another form
Over and over again
But She is alone…..
…..Where will She go when She is dead?
And who will take Her place?
Or will She be resurrected
A new dawn, a new beginning
Starting anew, as the day she was first born?…..
…..But first there must naturally follow only more blood…..
…..And flowing with it, an endless fire from every vein and artery
With every ounce that her heart has to offer
For the more we take, the faster it will flow
Until we are filled, and can find the air no longer…..
…..Are we prepared to witness this Hell of our own device?
A Hell that we deserve?…..
…..I say this as we each take our turn stabbing Her in the side
Soon to lose the hand that struck Her