Bad Cheese
Bad, Cheese
The carpet smelled old, with dust… and other things.
I sat outside your door, on the floor, smelling it.
The odorous sweetness, would never leave me,
Completely…
Until I asked God to take it away.
You had nothing to do with that.
You were evil, you are evil,
I pray you will not be lost forever,
as no one should go to hell.
Trading comfort for the price of your child.
Trading comfort for the price of innocence.
Where you also given away?
I would like to know what made you so?
What made you… the mom, that you are?
The Monster’s appetite was fed by wicked flakes of skin,
peeled back and roasted, slowly over a pit, where things moved.
You never saw it, as you preferred blindness.
How? How then could you keep out the smell?
Like a lovely meadow, scented with the leavings,
of the careless, and defiled.
Angels came,
they washed the awnings,
the windows,
and left…
all the doors wide open.
You can no longer hide the truth,
as the brightness pierces walls.
Evil is a shadow, that can not find space now,
to cast it’s wickedness…toward others.
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