When by obliterate misuse of power
No Poet's consigned to a worrisome death,
The mother from her fruit is seen to suddenly cower
Screaming her pain out to God with each breath.

"Better my issue the curl of a snake
Vipers are known by the scales on their skin!
Cursed be the joy found in lust I did take
When at dawn was conceived this confession of sin.

Why of the many who've trodden this plain
God chose a woman like me for His shame?
Further my exposure be with Lucifer's gain
Had I thrown my squirming blasphemer to flame!

Heavy is the hatred for God's abomination
Conceived with the seed of decay in my womb.
Forever I dwell in this hell of damnation
Wrapped in a cradled sarcophagus tomb!"

Then she spits out the dank froth of despair
Tossed down before the tall cross of the King.
"Eternity now must learn how it will share
This heretical Poet in sin I did bring."

Edited 5 time(s). Last edit at 03/09/2021 03:18AM by easyeverett.