There were none at His left hand
No man amongst His army
The earth has ripped herself open
And birthed from her wounds
Thick black clouds which covered the earth
It tears
I see blood in the air
I taste the blood in the air
Dissected from the heaven
Cut and stripped of her skin
We let it begin, descending from heaven
An all-consuming cancer
Reaching to repent
We shall taste it in it's purest form
Reaching out for nothing
Suffication on our words
While we hold our children
No cradle
No Son
A mother of none
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