For those who wield the whip, then say their prisoners lash them
Enemies who know well what they do
Adversaries shrouded in the wool of those their wolves defile and devour
Roaring, not like lions, but like the waves writhing over the voices silenced in their sepulchra
they told me to love you, and lord willing, i will do iT
the way he loved me, thawed me with his wratH
evil one, behold my prayer, my hopE
Let your glinting eye not be gouged for ours, i want you to have both to weep for what you've done, what you can never undo. let your tooth not be taken out for ours, so you will grind them
All to ash in sheol
May you be put through at least as much pain as you placed in the path of others. may you hate yourself for how much you hated us. may you not be hanged upon the gallows you built to lynch us. i want you alive to grovel in your guilt while it eats you alive. may your suffering soften your heart. may you
Be afraid for once. amen.
About the Creator
Wen Xiaosheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, film critic and aspiring author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.
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