In her dreams
Hell sings
With the screams
Of the ******
Rivers of fire
Oceans of blood
Pale in comparison
To the true horrors of man
Like war and ****
These ancient Illusions
Dull and delude men
Prey on confusion
And torment
The children
I wish I could make her dreams
Sing
With beautiful things
Not oppression
But compassion
And freedom
Self-actualization
Of her feminine power
So that she could tell
All those red pitchforked fools
To go stew in their own man made up hells
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 6:12 AM UTC
In her dreams
Hell sings
With the screams
Of the ******
Rivers of fire
Oceans of blood
Pale in comparison
To the true horrors of man
Like war and ****
These ancient Illusions
Dull and delude men
Prey on confusion
And torment
The children
I wish I could make her dreams
Sing
With beautiful things
Not oppression
But compassion
And freedom
Self-actualization
Of her feminine power
So that she could tell
All those red pitchforked fools
To go stew in their own man made up hells
