Here's where it starts
Here's where it ends...

The wind ruffles in my hair
As I stand on top of this high hill...

Tears running down my face
So steadily, so slowly...

You say your religion is the better
That your one God is almighty, allpowerful...

In the red tent,
The truth is known...

This red tent
The place where my mothers met...

I watch from the shadows
Your smiling face, feign...

All those nights
All those lies...

I fall into an inferior condition around you
A state of decay; of deterioration...

Fall, lapse, lessening, perversion,
Ruin, slump, spoiling, vitiation...

This is a poem I wrote for my eighth grade science...
A beautiful star twinkling bright...

I watch as this shadow follows me
Down this lonely road...