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Death Wish

Ill, as deaths unwanted souls surround,
hear the call, feel the mighty crown.
Tis she, Madonna who bled from wombs of long lost ghosts.
Raise yer cup dear lady, smile with a toast.
Fair not goddess chosen by the flock,
kneel beside the paupers golden rock,
drift in and out dead bodies as you choose.
Put out the lamp, let all light diffuse.
Perhaps yer fate was cast eons ago.
You live, you lust, you kill, you loose.
Confined yer cage, you wimper and you weep.
Lonesome nights, lost of needed sleep.
Tis darkness hovering over devils beasts.
Thence illusions of sillouetes flee,
devoured by the devil’s heroes sea.
Castrated men, eunuchs befit them all,
short, stout and very, very tall, offering hands of
slavery to please your every wish.
At nights end becoming the fearful devils dish.
Aha, so pleasure is your greed,
Eat of the vine, pluck the deadly seed.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: March 11/2010

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