AtLast_[07]

"You bitch and whoring skunk!" Bang ! "I baptize you to UPV!" Bang ! And Bang ! This one for me. Babies dropped of Mothers capped Trampled, kicked, Like groceries, Sacked, Then strapped of suckled life. By stone, by steel, By Godless men Such sentenced lives repealed Vicious lunacy amiss "What is poet's ink to this?" Seals for want of wax? I choked on tears, Then, swung this axe. These eyes could not suffer What these hands did not hinder. Yet, Am I that he Who I was born?

Dust of diaries

Dross of pain Tossed at murderous hosts In vein? In vanity? Which was my spade? My link? My blade? My ink?

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