Adorn with a crown of hemlock A face of beauty forgotten Red rivers run through her body Covered in chainmail of thorns Her countenance once so radiant Replaced with burning scorn The skies weep for her And the ground shakes in anger Matriarch to a unforgiving world Cancerous vermin plague her heart The beast that violate the land Digging her grave in barren soil Like the locus that swarm the […]
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