My God, My God
she weeps in a forest clearing by a pond,
the full moon above her head turns everything silver,
her silent tears create ripples on the waters surface
her voice echos in the dead silence as she cries out
eli, eli lemi sabachthani, twice she called this out pitifully
then she keeled over as if death had washed over her
now cries and the pounding of large paws could be heard
on this faithless night of all nights, they came to the clearing
and stopped, staring at the lifeless body of the girl lying near the pond,
they became restless when the wind sent the scent of fresh blood towards
their nostrils, now they rushed forward with enormous amounts of enthusiasm
and velocity, ripping into her flesh with large claws viciously fighting over her flesh
when the wolves were finished they clambered away with full bellies leaving nothing but
some shredded blood-stained clothes, her shredded entrails, and her eyes shining in the
moonlight like two wet marbles, then came the other nocturnal monsters and decomposers
to dispose of the evidence of that dreadfully faithless night.
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