Dilirium,
The language of preachers who crave their
swords from the tears of saints
Prophets spread the tales of impending
Obliteration,
The total drustrution of a clan unworthy of grace
The heavens seek their blood,the collective voices of their mothers in mourning.
That the world may learn from their actions,
Yet the woman who found freedom was turned into a pillar of salt.
The sky doesn’t practise empathy.
