Treason
The
stench is back,
Dripping
heavily on my head,
staining
patches play Judas
But
turn the blind eye, I have.
They
said it would be fine,
to
care not if the gathering black
Swallowed
whole the last beat
from
this decaying pulp
Precious
time to seep to the outside.
Men
cast spells on us
conjure,
carry and cast off the festering hatred, because
I do hate,
The
raging witch that I am, to claw and gouge the
eyes of all who judge.
Anger
is my answer.
Because
it will never forgive.
Turn
the blind eye, I have.
Close
those protrusions
and
lock them away
from
the gazing eye that will spy and steal and
destroy
the
daughters of daughters of daughters
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