Lilith's Lament

Within the promise land of calm and sound Pearls found harbor on coarse, finite-like sand Now whitened by the faces of the drowned Damned by the berserk billows as they stand Willows frown upon the unjust waters Whose surface's frozen in a dreamlike blur Cradling ghostly hollows like coy daughters In tender whispers as always, they were And the world bowed down its head in silence As Lilith raised the rose of thorns in hand "My children hearsed in tombs of violence; my children to be salvaged!" she demand But nevermind the promised neverland —No one ripens from their so-called homeland

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