Looks like centuries have gone past when you worshipped me like a Goddess not to mention, each of my forms was looked up to as nothing less than mere pious I have seen you rip me totally apart bit by bit, skin, flesh, bones and heart have been tormented and tortured too just for a few pleasures of beings like you And now you accuse me openly of putting in my demonic wrath against you oh! How could you even imagine a mother doing something like that to you How I wish I could soothen you make you believe I can calm you that it is all done by none other than beings like you and the ones suffering are also good souls like you.