One of my poems “An Abused Salvation” whatcha think?

She sits there, tied down naked
She cries, confused and forsaken
Her tears will cause disasters
Servants will rise above their masters
She grasps her tools and works
She knows her rotting corpse
None shall touch her without burning
None shall live without their earnings
The skin is smooth and thick
The disease will flutter and we all become sick
She is forgotten for her decaying mind
She is the metaphor for the end of time
All will be as beautiful as she stays silent
But if the mute sings, her beauty becomes violent
The crack shall run across her head
Running through both temples till she is dead
And salvation will disrupt our fate
Eternity of peace shall be forever late
A beauty, a treasure, an antique, the mother
Our dreams will sore high above her
Shade will cover our faces and we will be blind
Paranoia will steal our hearts and minds
Insomnia will seep into our beds
All is lost because of the crack in her head

This is the first poem on this site I actually enjoyed. Good write.

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