maternal devestation

majestic beauty, floating on air with each step. she hides pearls behind that glossy red gate. her silver, starry eyes hide secrets she'll never tell. black hair falls innocently in her face and casts a shadow of inner serenity. her red dress still burned in my retina. a form brushed elegantly with purity. how did such a delicate mother give birth to these crippled leeches? beauty with millions of decrepit children. with eyes, but stitched shut. with ears, but no brain. with a mouth, but no voice. a spinal column, with no vertebrae. knots of interwoven bone, with no feeling. dressing in robes and armor. to hide the tangled web of black, pusling viens beneath. they pretend to be more than a mere passenger-seeking parasite. they call for thier masks. thier hollow screetching deafens her. never the same. a new mask for every ocassion. they have no identity, they have no need for one. every mask burning hotter. every mask cutting deeper. every mask sears and pierces flesh. faces shaped and reshaped. welcomed deformity. celebrate tonight. for the gallows await the morning. prepare the guillotine! we will paint the streets red. sterilize the needles. expectant mother prays for miscarriage. our great walls will fall. our swords, broken at the helm. arrows reign the skies. our city stands in ruins. an insatiable fire consumes our dreams. crops turn to dust as livestock feast on the farmer. if this is our baptism, then we all shall surely drown. renaissance arrives! the craddle holds hope. you expect me to lead this deathmarch! i'm as guilty as them. but the glorious mask will put an end to all that.