Punished By
If you slip and fall,
If you see my soul,
If the serpent snaps,
If you slice its vein,
Feel my tempered rage,
For I am cruel,
For you are mine,
For in this hex,
I spit my tooth,
Nerve Exposed,
vengeance late,
Cry for me,
Bruises,
Shining,
Faith.
Copyright © Lewis Michael | Year Posted 2015
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