The Green and the Black
Child of floor and shackle mocks,
a cooperation of physic-circumstance.
A stalwart drag, stale wart brags.
Dungeon, so damp,
the bottom feeding vampires in vitro.
Morph of mind sired,
desire turn to sour mankind to think of self
and do evil,
festering the corpse alive.
Still, no word on who the Father is.
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But, we know.
Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2024
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