The underground is a place for misfits,
Each have a stone to sit upon.
They’ve been exiled for their differences
That society never understood.

One stone in the underground is warm;
A stone sat upon by the banished God.
She sits in the midst of rubble and tar
And the gases of decay fill her lungs.

She watches over bodies, oozing blood and bile.
The bones of past predators are compiled in a corner. She hopes that
She will be forgiven for whatever she did wrong, but her fate was set in stone.

Perhaps the very stone she’s sat upon.