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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.
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