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The Judgement Blackness impales around my heart yet to be stilled. My soul has sinews that yearns for a son lost as He stands in the shadows with trident to impale me. His Court ready to accuse Honi soit qui mal y pense…let evil bring to those That think evil is put perhaps into gentler words yet Remains the same. The crypt and judgement will come 6 feet deep perhaps to one who knows not what he has done unto a father who loves him dearly. |
Additional Notes:
This is a continuing on going subject with me. Writing helps me to purge.
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