An Ordeal...
Scathing, fiery so barbaric
Man's misogynistic act never ends.
Aeons will pass by...
Like block of marble...
She has stood the test of time.
Her unflagging spirit & conscientious soul
Her affliction, her agony a tornado
Like a block of marble
She has stood the test of time
She, we, and I, being indefatigably tilled...
Each twilight staggering under carmine canopies of shrieking embryos...
Yet we harvest fistfuls of Mars, dreams brewed as our morning coffee...
Will you at least now stop scouting for Sita in a furrow? 

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