She’s etched in human rust
As the bitter taste pours down
Her throat.
The fate of the oxidation is sealed
To burn with those of lesser kind
Who are used for “greater” cause.
The speck of time she touched it,
It gave to her
This insatiable glitch, this ravenous lust,
For Golgotha.
Only strife to come for the children
Born to her.
This is her gift, this is her dying wish:
Frightening darkness
For all the vermin nature suffers
To crawl on this earth.
The wish for waters
To swallow up their perfect forms,
She eats.
The wish for the soil
To ingest into the depths its brethren,
She swallows.
She is…
Opiate to the nations.
She disquiets
The accord,
So delicately achieved,
With one bite of sin.
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Submission Name: Sin
