As her eyes open, she holds god's cross with the tightest of grip
stabbing her hand,blood leaks from her soul,starting to drip
her tears follow her bloods lead,but like her life have longer to fall
she wants to escape this hell hole, but no one hears her call
locked in chains, plea's, "stop the pain,has god lost his brain?"
" I pray daily,will they save me,Should I say ....maybe?"
"I have never sinned,I act on gods law and do well to others"
"I curcimnavigate gods life" but as she spoke this she studders
shape appears at the doorway to hell, her tears catch up to the blood
shivering like a hypothermia ravished body,her fears act from above
falling to her knees, she remembers the day, the basket,the river
brain exibits memorys of those last moments, her spine rapidly shivers
looking up from her scabbed knees, "please son,dont expose this"
the figure walks thru the door, eyes witness her child....moses