God help for I can't draw air!

A deathly figure moves towards the wails,
As she pass children contort and bleed,
"Drink," she whispers to dirt cold, "Feed."
From which came serpents to gorge on entrails.

God don't forsake me in this despair!

Clad in foetal corpses, which she chews,
With black **** smeared teeth gnashing,
Some poor ones still seizing and thrashing,
She lusts for home, for the mothers to misuse.

God of our children please spare!

Home, she calls the lobotomized males,
Programmed for forced breeding,
For a show and more veal she is needing,
Low on fluids to fill her unholy Grail,

God numb our minds, make us unaware!

But cries ring loud, and tears flow freely,
Laying in feces and *****, minds bare,
The frail women all wear a distant stare,
The cycle has started again, ideally.

God... are... you... not...there?

She howls, "Scream to Him So High as did the ones you bore, He spits upon you,"
"Of ****** He's ashamed don't misconstrue,"
"Here I am God, you die when I say you do."