"curseificator" poems
And it went like this
The fourth and fifth
The miner falls
And the major lifts
The puzzled king
Composing his sins
And came the time
the saint came for the prime
All was left
A troubled soul
Hunting the lives
Killing the many wives
All were left by his sides
The broken curseificator
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC