Men of all sorts walked past , they scuttled in pairs and gorged their share . They tore her drapes, stripped her bare . She bore them fruits , she cast away her roots. Yet the man knew no sin . Little did his heart contrive, as he made her gulp his remains alive .The searing Sun blazed her skin , her parched self screeched for mercy from this sin .Mercy came , as angry clouds who rushed to save the sister . Mercy came as father Lightning who threw his bolts at the baneful. The tiny rain embraced her when she ripped open her sores . They cleansed her and soothed her until purity seethed through her pores . Happy again , she prayed for a time , when the heavens would chime - ' No more shalt our daughter be savaged , the men may repent for their ravage ! '
The rain and the thunder. Nice mix !!
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