Smashing Rotten Grapes
I can't take it anymore, no more,
One hour...Day-light! Christ!
Mercy, not another night, inflicting vicious
Like a warrior on the run; that rushes his chariot,
Sword! Silver, and depth red, flesh blood,
From hot inferno; I'm begging you,
No more, no more,
Tormenting me, torturing me...Stop!
Stop it; O' mad, mad-man,
I feel, steel heat, melting thee, heart-beat,
Burning my soul...Be! Mine loose!
See, red-marma, flaming eyes; yours are two
The underworld you shape, trail of rotten grapes,
Around my colors popsicles,
Smashing my testicles...Sledge-hammer!
I damned you.
By: Juli Monat
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