After her Your prose sounds like a mistake The executioner is looking for redemption Judging the others Without confronting His own private reflexion In the sad Mirror of truth Misogynist Who gives the plague? The poetry revealed a sad selfish prick But in the land of the deaf It's easy to appears like a martyr Screaming and shouting the anger you grew yourself The judge can be criminal And the whore seems to be a vengeful victim How could she'd be Alive after him? How could she'd be Alive after him? How could she'd be Alive?