This place was new to her
Tendrils of envy
That had over ran her heart
Like spilled ink
The witch gobbles six Lorazepam
Just to survive the after noon
And trips from her botched stride of self righteousness
Her inaccuracy, in her mind is fact
Her sense of superiority over shadows any type of kindness that trickles out every now and then
Her flippant demeanor
Is known and is spoken of in fork tongued folklore
Her spells of insanity and depravity
Leaving all the passes in a stated of relentless unease
She trots the ash covered cobble ****** alleyways of the sullen slums
And the scornful ****** watch from rusted fire escapes
Blades in hand, back-pocket crucifix
They swoop down and surround her
She who caused the drought, the death of all live stock and infants’ demise
She falls to the ground
“May the truths of the universe diminish your incantations!”
She screams
They cover their ears and douse her with holy water
Her skin peels revealing her grotesque scaly red skin
Her yellow eyes gleam as its pupils dilate
“And with these blades of sanctuary we obliterate your being”
A typhoon of stabs follows
And a sacred jar is laid out
To capture her spirit
So it may never return
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
This place was new to her
Tendrils of envy
That had over ran her heart
Like spilled ink
The witch gobbles six Lorazepam
Just to survive the after noon
And trips from her botched stride of self righteousness
Her inaccuracy, in her mind is fact
Her sense of superiority over shadows any type of kindness that trickles out every now and then
Her flippant demeanor
Is known and is spoken of in fork tongued folklore
Her spells of insanity and depravity
Leaving all the passes in a stated of relentless unease
She trots the ash covered cobble ****** alleyways of the sullen slums
And the scornful ****** watch from rusted fire escapes
Blades in hand, back-pocket crucifix
They swoop down and surround her
She who caused the drought, the death of all live stock and infants’ demise
She falls to the ground
“May the truths of the universe diminish your incantations!”
She screams
They cover their ears and douse her with holy water
Her skin peels revealing her grotesque scaly red skin
Her yellow eyes gleam as its pupils dilate
“And with these blades of sanctuary we obliterate your being”
A typhoon of stabs follows
And a sacred jar is laid out
To capture her spirit
So it may never return
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