Was it the fire between my thighs

that scorched the ground?

Or the tears from my eyes

that salted the earth?

Do the sounds of my cries

linger on the wind?

Could you feel my hope as it dies

and rots the lives around it?

I am death

I'm coming for you

until all that surrounds you is dust and ash

Do you still think you are innocent?

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