She holds the world in her hands, while crying.
Blood spills from her innocent eyes.
She looks at mankind, and continues crying.
What have they done?
and why?
Blood streams down to her hands,
and she cannot wash them clean.
As she holds the world inside her hands,
the blood from her eyes but stream.
Unto the earth the blood but pours,
mankind has pierced through her soul.
The flow of the red was overwhelming .
No longer could she save this world.
Rain cannot wash away the red stains
that from her eyes, stain the earth.
The angel cries, for you and I.
She cries for every new birth.
Love is what she kept on giving,
as she held the world in her hands.
Hate is what she kept on receiving,
the blood was hate of man.
Love this beyond words, it had actually inspired me. One of the greatest ideas I have ever read.