The Dove flies her toward nightfall
A thousand shrieks comforted in smoky halls of thought
I stop to ask
When you read my words
A damaged generations faceless metaphor?
The collective cry from societies ignored?
Sufferings transformation to noble cause?
Is that my intent? Is it why here I paused?
So you can donate and receive forgiveness.
Truly I bare my flesh ripped open to lament
Sorrow and salvation
Teasing lust unleashed
Divine, dark and unfathomable
Are the words obscured by your selfish fear?
Let me say it clear
Her suffering, pain and loss is my sin
by that am I judged and condemned.