|the heavy oak door leading to the cool
well lit room is forcefully slammed
and life begins to empty its soul
when she screams as he binds her hands.
while thoughts baptize the wheat fields in her heart with fire
seven angels hum their heavenly voices; such a small unlikely choir.
they know this song that they sing
for mankind is dark and without gleam.
mankind knows death due to these things
they cry as she cries, then they start to sing:
“oh child, we see his sins
but also grace for you in the end.”
her imagination can only dream of fangs slipping silently into skin.
she tells him not to spread her legs or enter in.
he only knows force and hate as he licks two fingers and grins
then pushes his hand between her innocent legs due to soullessness within.
pregnant with the burn of razor wire cuts.
seven angels have now seen too much.
standing still in the space where she was raped
a fetus formed in the hands of hatred has no fate.
when god spoke to the lifeless filament before time
he knew these things were possible but continued to insist that all is good and fine.