When the sins overflow

She screamed, she fought, but it was vain, They turned her cries into her shame. He walked away, untouched by blame— And they let him do it all again. A thousand hands behind a screen, Seventy thousand, cruel, obscene. Turning girls to lifeless things, Stripped of worth, erased, unseen. A child weeps, the world stays blind, Monsters roam, unchained, untried. Laws are whispers, weak and kind, To those who steal, who break, who bind. They sit on thrones of blood and lies, Blind to the fire in the skies. But sins will spill, and rivers rise— When wrath ignites, when justice cries. For when the cup of filth runs deep, The heavens burn, the mountains weep. The earth will shake, the sky will tear, And all will drown in their despair. No mercy left, no place to hide, No gold to buy the coming tide. For when the innocent are slain, God’s wrath will fall like cleansing rain.