Astringency

it was more of what much of life she could handle,
She was beaten and tortured by the words she had swallowed deep down within,
She was wishing that death shouldn’t have been such a monster,
She was begging, at His knees, praying,
Her hands were swollen, her eyed were cracked, and her knees were bleeding.
Behind her was nothing but her shadow, no one but her mourning,
She screamed at death to take her away, she fought for death,
Death was the solace, the lions pretended to be brave,
Deep down they were all hurting, they were broken, and the rift did grow,
The silence, the anger, the departure,
The future was bloke and with it came the smell of death,
Vengeance was not far away, neither as greed, nor anger,
The triplets were all coiled up waiting to play their final game,
I see a history unfolding; I see mountains in the future,
The hatchet will never be buried.