Lady &Quot;Sins&Quot; Over Siege Poem by Shireen Ramadan

Affairs in deep to shape the apnoea.
Vomit two parents.
Vomit the orphanage.
The exhausted sins over siege, the nausea.
The world in a lady, to suffocate all veins.
Breathing clouds as pests to spin the air.
The unknown is ME.
The existence is ME.
The heavens in HE.
Homicide in fume.
I eradicate the beauty, the flesh ov men.
To knock their woods, to absorb a sleep.
To wake a flock ov useless, to kill the sheep.
Vomit their vanity, their machines are forming.
In brains, the million organs, coming to end.
Pass away to the other.
Another, but where is he?
Fancy under siege ov masses, their microbes ov wisdom.
Resisting, role ov heroes, rustic, for chemicals.
Homicide in fume, burning the leprosy.
To smoke the last & keel over.
I keel over.
I keel over the scene.
The sheep is ME.
The rod is HE.
Their faith in a portrait, to model no sin.
To pass the load ov digestive system.
To normalise a liver, to heat their wax.
To see the worship ov many, but where is ME?
I erupt the orphan modelling, to burst two parents.
Merry-go-round, drowning to spin.
I'm the spoiled feminine system ov history, I buried the necklace.
A matrimony ov no exist to hide their delusion.
I keel over, the sinful lady ov the scene.....