blasphemer

Their crops grow to extraordinary heights, In mounds lustred with ice they eternally abide. Fruits rain from the skies, cries never grasped by the clouds - Blanketed by night's wing at dusk, they drowse. Love flooding their hearts, forever devout.

And I glout... At those mud-colored clouds of effervescent filth. At the lands b'neath gilt, the verdures have wilt. I crawl into this cave abaft me, for herein I wone. Throat is rusted lumber, eyes've become of stone.

Mother spoke of God endowing us with sustenance and rain. Thereupon she was slain. And her God flooded us with drought, blister and scourge. The silence bespeak my dirge. There is no soil, only dust rained down from the skies. Tears have seared from my eyes.

I can no longer cry.

I can't express my hatred for life, and for you my love. I lustre the contours of my woman's grave with my blood.