Core in the chest Lie a small heart Numerous detained veins of love Of her with him, torn apart With his demise on the battlefield
Paused! Predicament, Empress,wanted to be hailed, Veiled her face with fake feelings The war, tormented her, To hear the mewling of the one in the womb
Unnoticed! Hideous look, Grostesque clothes, covering The bleeding ground, her belly. Heart's already wounded so hard! Hard to face the plethora of mortals. Unknown malisons spat on her face Heart's aching with the dilemma, Whether the child? Or die?
One man army, the mother! Most difficult battlefield, her womb Opponents are ruthless, Poking her stained heart, Coronary arteries torn apart, Blood sheds without a clot Gash, chiseled It's the most painful aciurgy!
No knives that shred. But the Society's poker cards piercing, And tasting the blood of helpless! Lesions are about to tear Veins are the hawsers that grasp it
Infront of the ordnance of mouths of society Don't know, to whom she should whine Feelings bottled up flowing All over the cold body with blood Mouth, sealed. Eyes, closed! The truth is unknown, Until the maimed heart speaks!