Scribe of No Redemption
So many spikes driven-
Into my broken soul-
O' yes you did...
You succeeded long ago.
Listen........
You appointed yourself-
Judge, jury and man of the hour-
With a hand honed axe-
You weilded your wrath driven power.
Watch........
Cutting to razor sharp-
My tear filled eyes opened keen-
I will advise you that its been horrendous-
Not simply a very bad dream.
Absorb.......
You buried me recumbant but alive in the Coronodo Valley-
Anointed me with phleglm-like hazardous slime-
But i shall be remembered, brute, beast, dog
As a victim of your pittiless crime.
Reality.......
Are you listening yet?
For they too have followed your way-
As close as a doberman pincher-
Smells out the scent of its hunted prey.
Can you smell it? .......
For a 'sweetie' you are not-
But a dark hatred of women you own-
Burning them to ashes, unforgiven-
And cutting their soft flesh to the bone.
See..........
You call us: The Fallen-
In your self-rightous domain-
But KH are the initials-
Of this dark sadists name.
Find Him........
poem by Theodora Onken
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