Feeling the Womens

A killer who disguises himself in his effigy and enslaves it day after day will turn his body to dust. He is inhuman. He is not human. In this world, there are women. There are loved women. Unloved women. Violated in mind, violated in soul, and castrated in body. Voiceless. They are chained to pain, despair, and suffering. In us, iron hands, cold and made to inhabit a cruel world. And him? He harbors deadly hatred and is intellectual. And her? She walks sadly. This hatred of death is a verdict. He is a murderer. It is no secret. In the dark, all women are equal. All women are light.