From the capricious tongues
Of your avowal espousal pact-
I have descried your heart is
Filled with sorrowful joy as
Etched in the heart of all.

You hold the righteous Sinners
And gave them freedom in den.
You herald the fate of the feeble
And fed them with your snare.
You are the kind Erinyes who
Kill for pleasure in Vengeance.

Your heart is beautiful but
Malodorous like overnight Amala.
Heart of darkness, pious agnostic
Whose vemon sent many to sleep
Before the retarding of the sun.

You, tender tempest that tempted
Teenagers to trade the terrace of their tomb.
God will no mercy spare-
Earth and its red earth will
Slaughter peace for your sake.
Come home or keep digging.
I stand at bay watching-
Learning the language of my ink-
Learning how to handle my pen.


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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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