Strained

A soup of memories
Field of feelings
Heated at sunset
Storm rained on the unkempt ground
Up the side of the hill
And is why the grain spoiled

We go hungry this year
Eat spoiled grain
Dream of monsters
Blame young girls as witches
Burn them

Flowers didn’t bloom either
Must take our lords name in vain
Is he our lord anymore?
We don’t wonder if it’s all in our heads
Constructed by our fear

On top of the hill a lone women stands
She looks in our minds
And never do we find joy again

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