The Bleeding Deity

Her cramps; her anguish: bleeds into the world of profanity,

Bleeds her soul to the crumbled crust of defunct humanity.

What sin proclaims a tale of gory countenance?

Tis but mankind lured into whims of phrenetic trance.

Deity of motherhood bleeds as a sombre witness to chastity,

Moonstruck men submerged in enthralments of insanity;

Celebrates unruly thraldoms in virile gusts of vehemence, 

Exploiting her bleeding soul beneath the fragile canopy of innocence.

Speak not words sacrilegious to thy temple of thoughts,

Thy blasphemous reflection shall cage thou; within baneful pots.

Worship the wandering silhouettes of reverent "She";

Her vastness spreads beyond the realms of the abysmal sea.

Let her sufferings be honoured; honoured be her existence,

Tis not impious to the thriving world of untethered limerence.

Tis human! Tis godly! Tis natural to all distaff human bods,

Let this too breathe the flow; trust the certain wills of God.

Lo! Behold her wilted visage parched in the flame of ignorance, 

Behold her drenched eyelids; aweary to discernible elegance,

Hold her closer; let thy warmth of affection solace her agitated mind,

She is an appetent human; though a deity among whole mankind.

Deeper into her yearning eyes; a tempest gushes out,

Her violent soul weeps in hush; her words lost amid nefarious routs.

She bleeds; yes she does! She bleeds her storms in pain,

Have thou ever watched in hush; she weeps beneath the rain?

Nights witness throu' her heart; throu' her quivering nerves,

Peccant men all o'er the lanes; gaze her voluptuous curves.

Her broken soul weeps red: darkness hovers above, 

Lo! Thou embrace her aquiver bones; shower thy tender love.