Miss Liberty (My Amputee)

I’m lacquered again within your glowing effect slinking in solitude until ego gets wrecked by your magnanimous accord of splendor quaking my resolve until I surrender. Your laugh raises hairs along my prickly spine to remunerate my comical design: that quirky irony that spirit reveals since exiled in wonderment without appeals. Gross disdain sweeps across your delicate face when memories of arrogance scrap life’s grace. Preconceived notions spit venom to rival your serpentine mind clawing for survival. Tension-soaked apprehension sparks attention within your dimension of comprehension as wraiths and jackboots compress your elation, the occult foundation bids consternation. They don’t know the treasures you carry proudly since they busy themselves shouting so loudly why they deserve interest from your goddess form while these citizens ignore the pending storm. I recognize your salvation without words as the planet gets hacked apart into thirds plagues stream from labs to spill this leper genus till your arms and light get lopped off like Venus. With your passing the scoundrels start amassing regulations designed to be harassing since tyrants opposed to any contention shall claim humanity deserves suspension.