no man amongst his army,
the earth has ripped herself open,
and birthed from her wounds thick black clouds
which covered the earth
It tears, I see blood in the air,
I taste blood in the air,
dissected from heaven,
cut and stripped of her skin,
we let it begin descending from heaven
An all-consuming cancer,
reaching to repent,
we shall taste hate in its purest form,
reching out for nothing,
suffocating on our words, while we hold our children
No cradle, no son, a mother of none