The squonk

A tear is a monument to the soul
For God has created the tragedy  
Deep in the forest of eternity 
Where the squonk breathes 
It can evaporate into tears 
Blamed by the devil 
It weeps for all shame 
By the suffering in the corner 
By the agony on the bridge 
Before the suicide of life 
Both eyes must swell
The heart must break 
There is a split between the gods  and the monsters 
The dark is now form
Children lay bleeding in their beds
Women lay raped on the floor stone 
Mankind has disintegrated before God 
And the squonk lays weeping 
Weeping weeping for the tear that is it's very own 
Until it breathes no more 

Footnote 
What is a squonk? 
Via wiki 

The legend holds that the creature's skin is ill-fitting, being covered with warts and other blemishes and that, because it is ashamed of its appearance, it hides from plain sight and spends much of its time weeping.