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Face of Medusa

Wicked is, wicked does Wicked do evil Evil don’t know love Stony dead eyes, with living hair of snakes Medusa seduction ... femme fatale embrace Don’t look in the mirror, she might be wearing your face Vanity mask a gender bender disguise: You can reign inside of her, if you’re willing to be force fed daily all of her vulnerable victim sad cries You can dominate over him, if you just submit to being bound in the needy chains of his emasculated pride The face of Medusa ain’t gon set your gargoyle spirit free In your frozen power pose, you’re gonna grieve ... seeing the rare butterflies floating free Those who were cocooned from the deadly gaze that brought your doom, in which you are now entombed The beautiful winged ones burst free from saving captivity, by looking within at their own sins Now they’re flying free ... heavenly bound to glory, and the face that they’ll see will be the revealed Omnipotent express image of Love That is as it should be Children of eternity hate the mirrored reflection of Medusa Writhing deadly, the face of the stony seductress be ... tempting you to cast aside all morality The chimera face of Medusa — this is the cold reflection you coveted to see, it’s the coldness you desired to breathe The stone-cold evil you aspired to be The hydra eyes of Medusa — this is the terrifying image you wanted others to see, it’s their fear you love to taste when they can’t breathe The cult worship you inspired to feed your Medusan vanity ... looks that kill, lustily Getting snake bitten is your devil’s reward, your fallen cherubic destiny

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 1/29/2018 11:31:00 PM
wow very strong write, Freddie, enjoyed reading. hugs eve
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Date: 1/27/2018 11:34:00 PM
Snake bitten is your devil's reward. Perfect ending Freddie. You always let your poem flow with sunshine bright brilliance.
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