The human hearts are now colder
than the snows of winter.
No blood runs through veins
only hate, resentment, pride,
only supremacy, dominance.
I hear, I feel!
those silent screams,
the piercing cries,
the painful agony,
While the Python dances in blood.
Does she know that sooner than expected,
she awakens the war of indignation?
And no one will be safe
For nowhere is safe.!
My heart is bitter, this is my lamentation.