Divine Mother (The Tower Crumbles)

The divine mother stumbles

Cancer wrapped around her heart

The eyes of gods kept

Infect fingers pry open the clearest cages

Sickness has been made

Father and sons

Stoic fire

Sisters tears protect

There is no fear

The eyes of god kept

Measures have been taken

Wipe clean my face

Rip clear my heart

Death must seem so distant

That reach has not reached me: