O' Earl Jane nagley
For thee;
I shalt.
Be keelhauled
Tied to a rope;
With mine flesh torn off, for thee to be happy.
I shalt haveth mine head chopped off
By a two man blade saw;
Mine top flopping into the basket.
I shalt taketh the head crusher
Where mine eye's pop, mine teeth chatter;
As mine bone's caveth in on me.
Squeezed, I shalt be
Into the iron maiden;
Spike's pushing to mine organ's, cruor to paint the town.
Mine rose, I shalt be staked for day's
Hot coal's to light the wood ablazed;
As the crowd's watching mine agony.
Mine angel, around the wheel
I shalt spin, joint's ripped, leg's to bend;
Humiliation to maketh me a mockery as I moan.
O' Earl Jane nagley
Seashore Scaphism wouldst erode me;
As the summer putrid shalt burn me, as insect's feast their table.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©,Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
O' Earl Jane nagley
For thee;
I shalt.
Be keelhauled
Tied to a rope;
With mine flesh torn off, for thee to be happy.
I shalt haveth mine head chopped off
By a two man blade saw;
Mine top flopping into the basket.
I shalt taketh the head crusher
Where mine eye's pop, mine teeth chatter;
As mine bone's caveth in on me.
Squeezed, I shalt be
Into the iron maiden;
Spike's pushing to mine organ's, cruor to paint the town.
Mine rose, I shalt be staked for day's
Hot coal's to light the wood ablazed;
As the crowd's watching mine agony.
Mine angel, around the wheel
I shalt spin, joint's ripped, leg's to bend;
Humiliation to maketh me a mockery as I moan.
O' Earl Jane nagley
Seashore Scaphism wouldst erode me;
As the summer putrid shalt burn me, as insect's feast their table.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©,Lonesome poet's poetry
