They odor of covet and venom. <br />They cherish their money and vice. <br />Once defeated the wicked Black widow, <br />They now strive for a Crisis. <br /> <br />They rapture the Sacred like vultures, <br />Harmony in their beaks is a prey. <br />They declare me for not enough 'cultural', <br />Then molest all the virtue away. <br /> <br />They creep through the night and collapse <br />In front of the Death's sorrow gates. <br />She is content with the pestilent mass <br />And deprives me of all my rest faith. <br /> <br />With no left boarders surrounding <br />It seems I am sole in the wild. <br />They begin to crowd all around me... <br />- Lord, save me, I am only a child! ...<br /><br />Inna Simeonova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-nightmare-26/
