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