Terrorised and bruised to
utter nothing,
lady divine
barer of souls,
riiped wide open
catching spiders,
fro the silver which
ran down her legs.
What was it?
That secret when stars
flex in the sky.
Cast a light
and throw the kerb away.
Crush the hand
without a mind.
He man filth eater with
storms in his pocket,
you are monster in disgust.
Bile balloons inflate perversion
sick kings should implode.
Raw dog eat bullets.
This hymn is out
for the forever quiet,
choirs with zipped teeth
and strength of Saturn.
Those bullied worse
than a cancer doll.
Live on,
peace will tame
the pulp creatures...
@Steven Francis Poems 1998
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