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Mother Nature's Twisted Sister

Poetry By: Scribblings of a middle aged mad man
Poetry



A tale of caution


Submitted:Jan 4, 2008    Reads: 400    Comments: 1    Likes: 3   


Her eyes were long dark tunnels,

which echoed the sound of hungry rats

Her clothes were folds from the night sky

with the moon and stars violently removed


Her skin was rippled leather, in places torn

cold veins kept her contempt in circulation

Her cursed shadow trailed her movements

sometimes leading her to the cliff of danger



Her evil was a union with Lucifer,

a swollen snake wraps her fragile neck

Her touch was to deliver a kiss,

an unwelcome wet plague



Her home was within the flames of hell,

the heat spicing her imagination

Her name was not one we speak,

the tales we tell our children, warn of her



Her movements can be detected

amongst the steel cathedrals we build

Her ambitions are being realised

as we scrape the dollar painted skies



Her victorious voice

may be the last scream from Earth

Her infectious greed

a pandemic pulse ridding the planet of man!





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