Emptied chasms open lay

As she tips before the silent gray,

Shrieking bloodless in dismay

The deaths of millions in her wake.

Guiless whore!

She spreading lay in darkest lover’s

Stinking shame.

Curse to mothers; gasping lovers,

Kin to angered and inane.

Frothy fields of dewy rain

Kiss upon her screaming rage,

Coolness soothing searing pain,

Upon this Woman comes

Famine’s feast and healing plagues.

Awaken!

Upon Us comes this day.