I am an incarnation of the devil
Here to stain everything in vermilion.
So you say.
So you push me out, shackle my throat
So that I don't pollute your houses sparkling clean with your spit -
Because I pollute temples, you say.
I pollute the food, you say.
I pollute the GODS, you say.
But when you cut off my hands and legs, the blood gushing from it is a... purification ritual?
When you behead an animal and colour the temples in vermilion...it's a purification ritual you say.
I bleed for a week every month and still survive;
I have to be an incarnation of the devil.
Because when you stabbed your brother the other day,
The same amount of blood loss killed him,
And here I am, alive and breathing.
So throw me out of the house,
Let me sleep on hay
Because I am here to stain the world in vermilion
Give out negative energies that shall corrupt the minds of the gods.
Vermilion -
Colour of hell?
When you smear vermilion on my forehead,
Make your vows while I'm draped in a vermilion sari,
I wonder where the demons go...
When you desire, when you bite, when you kill, kill, kill;
I am still the devil, aren't I?
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