2002 Poetry

heavy smites from cruelty

the marks are everywhere

throbbing memories

conveying fury

gathering my aim

to fulfill a

gratifying outcome

smitten with odium

your time is almost up

that won’t be long

soon it’ll be sweet and tasty

i ache for you to groan

to have the taste of that

same bitter plight

you had me gulped

you'll be down on your knees

you’ll howl for your life

you’ll shriek for pardon

but I’m not God to give you that

reserve your prayers ‘till dawn

for it won’t be long

you’ll soon kiss the loam

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