Stains of Blood Turn Darker Like Irrationality

In my dream, I reached a barren land of death And I realized, I never saw a butterfly on a flower I never saw, In recent days. I kissed my dream gently; she needs rest assured As, after all the sounds of life and laughter Remains the sound of silence. And I saw myself; I was a daughter of a Bedouin who stoned his flesh to death. To bid her farewell. I saw myself, and I was a soul who cried, "Father, I won't go anywhere. Why are you killing me, then?" Those souls are all saved, received the divine mercy As His mercy outshines His wrath. Only stains of blood turn darker like irrationality.