James Stevenson Poet Light Verse

Uncle Sick

I'm the hand that rocked your cradle,
                           I'm in your life ,you know it's fatle

                             I'll take your life,and crush your mind.
                               you will feel me from behind your fears,
                           I'll cloud your thoughts,as I sip your tears,
                    
                            I'm your disease, I'm uncle sick.
                                I'm the bastard and the quik ,
                              To devour and deceive .
                                I'll breathe your last breath before I leave .

                              Your dying body laying down,I'll rip you raw
                             a twisted sound,I taste your flesh as my jaws 
                                     chomp down.
                                    
                                  I've  got the fangs ,I'm the evil clown ,
                                   my blood shot eye's ,my flesh filled teeth,

                                   I'm the God of a dead belief,you read 
                                    of me in the Holy book,
                                    when I spoke the mountains shook,
                                   I rule the wicked ,I ride the wind ,
                                    and were I blow there is sin.

                                                                     James.......................

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