Postmortem

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Hate/Satire

Shock the glutton's vengeance

A karma of his own folly

Hits back like an arrow to his side

Unbridled by sufferings ne'er go away.



Frighten the innocent dew at night

Inspired by his devious desires

Poor Polly succumbed to his mercy

His wanton lust subdued and died.



His aberrant ways whomever he pursues

In the name of God he preaches like an angel

Of darkness with his cunning device

To unsuspecting congregation all hell rise!



His messenger sends out rages too dismal

Unfair to the ground, but the lord says amen

To a whirlpool of clean deceit and lies

A crime in silence snap a demise set untold.



~greenmeadow~

2/19/2006

Author's Notes/Comments: 

~to the men whom I thought are my good friends~

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

yeah there are some stinkers out there but thankfully all are not like that...