until i am all but lost of my senses.
The hunters have come, yet have not gone;
they are too strong to merely hide.
It is we who have embittered our thirst.
Ingest all with a questioning.
Hear all with selective hesitation.
It is only when my brothers richly run away
That they became damned.
It is only when my sisters don’t give way
that they became mined.
Mother you are my Eden
that is why i strive to perfect you.
Do not forsake your mercy,
My own mother,
For we will only take what you cannot hide.