Gabriel Rodriguez

She lost all sense of love As she still weeps from the memories. When she lost her womanhood In a whirlwind of helplessness and blood. Repeatedly she would rise Repeatedly she was struck down. The muck of the world covers her entirely. It penetrates her body. Gods temple was met with rage The fathers could not hold it at bay Thus, t'was destroyed Never to be rebuilt, they say. Twisted metal that was once a gate. Stone columns that are crumbling. Tumbling, all falls down. Leading into a tunnel of hate. Burrowing further and further. The soil rich with its meal. The body, mind, and soul That was never healed.