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Speechless…
Worse… If not for the contagion of calamity;
might I find the courage?
Instead,
she screams;
her body
convulsing,
writhing,
twisting, and
dislocating. The sacristy
drastically demanding
the vex of pestilence.
Drab’d be the jest -
panic at her power,
prove her impotence -
save the vermillion
drenching manacles:
Under muzzle, her
maniacal for mercy.
If saith He: undue spirits
become the Devil,
what fate awaits
a man with none?
About the Creator
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