Angel Anger

you hid under the veil of sacristy

A false room of self-righteous prayer that cast out the small demons that fancied to destroy me piece by little piece

By pieces, like a psychopathic person ripping off a live insect’s arthropod parts one by one; a half-assed liquidation

That left my head halfway cut off

Still expected to behave and talk without throwing up blood. I was the Jezebel

As you cheated worse than the Whore of Babylon

Complaining you didn't get to mess around but still relentlessly taunted me that I was not enough

Throwing me down, ripping out my hair in chunks

Yet you refused to give birth to a new nation that could create rather than toxically defend themselves

Only attack, as a cuckoo bird slips into the nest like a serpent

Eating the home, gutted out

Guts strewn about, in its stomach

Wormy, slimy, bloodless

Your Angel anger was demon repentance

A half-assed case, wherein the lock broke off the key was poorly made

Never to be opened

Unless smashed into my skull

Dreams that shattered the game of

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