My beloved
They took you from me.
I felt everything they did to you, my beloved.
All your suffering, I shared.
I felt when they torture and touched you.
When they kicked and kissed you.
When they took you again and again – I was there!
I felt it when they took out your still beating heart and crushed your life.
I was there…
But I will not cry or mourn the loss of you, my beloved.
I will avenge you.
I will make the streets run red with their blood. I will dans to their screams and make jewelry from their bones. I will decorate the halls with their intestines and make masterpiece after masterpiece with their skin.
I will make them fear us – so that no one ever will share in your suffering.
With this I’ll burry everything that ever was you. I will erase you from my mind, my body
