Like a rose, embrace death by showing sympathy and respect for those who had fallen,
my legs weaken at the thought of burning in hell,
a small punishment for us that drank the blood of bastard sons and dying brothers,
¨this shall be yours¨ they stated as their bloody hands buried the corpse of
a brutalized woman beaten to death, no more craving no more laughter will
rise softly of her mouth and she can no longer hear the sound of broken bones
hundreds of daughters pile over each other as she swims through
seas of guts, a worthless effort one would think but as she falls her neck reveals
the motive, allow us to see her final wish, a necklace lies upon her chest
blood turns cold, cancer takes place,
we heard ¨How can't you see?¨ an old man pointed at the sea for us to see a little
girl swallowing tears, a photograph was all it took for us to understand, it was her
daughter who was crying, it was her mother who was dying.