Lovers beware ...
Munificent retribution ...
Your fortitude will shake with fright under my
Brimful castigation ...
You will know not from whence it comes, how you will fall ... you cannot begin to count the tears that will soon burn rivers into your face when I come to call, you cannot commence to contemplate where to find salvation when I exact my indispensable retaliation ...
The pain your hands create will no longer mould my
Torrential self-reprimand ...
Your need for forgiveness will not staunch my
Yearning for unreserved retaliation ...
You will become daunted by the sin which smolders behind these once loving eyes, you will wonder at how it burns, you will know it starves for your soul, ravenous for that which gives you the very life you stole ...
That which I describe in this simple deadly prayer is the tool under which you shall be felled just and fair ... you will writhe and crumble under its steely thumb ... to its dark fiery anger you shall succumb. I inform you of the truth with no jest ... for from my cacophonous vengeance you shall have no rest ...
JJ
Poetry by Jessica j.
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Written on 2007-01-20 at 01:56
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Adjective of Vengance
Your repulsive ways will incur myMunificent retribution ...
Your fortitude will shake with fright under my
Brimful castigation ...
You will know not from whence it comes, how you will fall ... you cannot begin to count the tears that will soon burn rivers into your face when I come to call, you cannot commence to contemplate where to find salvation when I exact my indispensable retaliation ...
The pain your hands create will no longer mould my
Torrential self-reprimand ...
Your need for forgiveness will not staunch my
Yearning for unreserved retaliation ...
You will become daunted by the sin which smolders behind these once loving eyes, you will wonder at how it burns, you will know it starves for your soul, ravenous for that which gives you the very life you stole ...
That which I describe in this simple deadly prayer is the tool under which you shall be felled just and fair ... you will writhe and crumble under its steely thumb ... to its dark fiery anger you shall succumb. I inform you of the truth with no jest ... for from my cacophonous vengeance you shall have no rest ...
JJ
Poetry by Jessica j.
Read 463 times
Written on 2007-01-20 at 01:56
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