BrujasFor all the witches in Eve's form in the world unite.Knowing as they shed tears, seared blood in the flames fallsWhy death alone they think, cleanse us from their sins in which we'd dieThe sin of being born a woman, which is never only the sum of our partsFor all the wives killed for delivering another feminine divisionTo a world so vivid, imperfectly shaped, going wildThe soft arms and broken fingers in viceFor the budding breasts ripped with fire tongsFor all those who are neither ugly nor splendor, but only a womenThose whose beauty & ugliness brought their torturers to furryWho were pricked and broken on wheels for an
The Burden of a TruthWhat is ACHE, but a left over bruise of a LOVE?A cold venom running amid a scarlet bliss within your veins...That reaches every part of your soul, and elevates you A red delight The satisfaction.A contentment that swiftly twists to black Attain the heart that formerly was in an ecstatic phase Awaking it on a acerbic reality of absence and perfidy Shredding you apart, tearing what's left of an innocent memory That even the atmosphere around you feels strange, as the air gets too heavy to breathe Unaware And You fall!Emptiness Slowly you sink into the black hollowe
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