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Witch hunt.

Poetry By: kaftr8drk

i intend for this THING to be the king's Nemesis. i think he crazy what do you think.

Submitted:Aug 21, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

The ''DEVIL'' coming I could hear his footsteps loudly.

I'm tired I'm tired he stole my MUSTARD seed from me.

You have sinned your whole life "HE'' has abandoned you.

Praise me ''AS'' your … in my eyes there are no sins.

Just as the belladonna fruit is sweet to a child's tongue

So is the devil Whispers to my ears.

It has found me, the darkness in the light.

Belladonna, belladonna it whispers to me.

The voice coos me to embrace it's darkness

I shall I have tasted it power and I want more.

Belladonna,belladonna you stupid Bitch.

I hate you so much.

You trick me, you made me love you.

What am I to do?

But the cursed fruit you bear

It has made my senses bare.

Stripped to the bone.

I shall take my revenge on the king for what he has done.

Curse his unborn, he shall pay.


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