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His Mother's Son (Free verse) by vulcan

This shattered spirit's atrocious desire To crouch in cloisters'corner in Satan's erotic attire To kill a million people,preach God's prayer And pinch the baby's defenceless dangling dimples This madness towards ruining the bare skin This savage pose of grasping the chaotic dagger keen This harrowing hatred towards their physical voice When they read Shakespeare with their famous reason, It's Life understood by man in his most desperate hour When he embraces her but in the name of Love and knows gnashing his teeth tamely together He is Hers His Mother's Son forever.

horus8 15-Nov-02/5:02 PM
well. well. you got me. here's your prize. bastard. GOLDEN QUE TIP AWARD NUMBER 37 FOR MR. HEPHAESTUS AND HIS PEN'S POISED CHARM. this piece is a crack through..a matrix reveiler...an f5 twister....here's your 10...i'm late again...for mother..dear grendal and sir oedipus (my costumes please..thank you) i will focus perhaps a bit more of my energies in a more positive and costructive fashion, but not now...maybe...tomorrow.




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