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"vicously" poems
Child Child! I beckon Cometh to my feet. Giveth your spirit. May your eyes heat.   From the tears that poureth Down vicously Giveth your spirit Whilst laughing deleriously   I recieveth affection From foreign hands That giveth their spirit From foregin lands   Child! Child! I beckon Cometh to my feet Grovel 'til I'm laughing Your pain makes life complete
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May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 3:46 PM UTC
Motherly Dominance
In earlier times a Daughter was born Who carried the welts of a belt An oath of no children By the Mother was sworn Ten years went by An she agreed to one But you must never Lay a hand on my son The man felt afronted By the Oath on his head But agreed to the terms His wife had said... The son was born on A hot august Morn But the oath on his head Was the Mans Scorn As the Boy grew older All of 8 years old he Was told his mother ill Her Failed sight ner seen The Boy Had to help The mother to cook Taught by her From recipe books The Man owned a factory Where each day he must be After school his time Was never free He must clean The factory floor And haul the Rubish Out the door By 9 he was working with 16 ft boards To help make the slats That paid for our Board When ever the boy talked Of what he had learned He was ridiculed by the father And vicously Spurned He was called Insane and stupid Told he belonged in a Mental institution He was told He was a slacker That nothing he Did was ever right The Spite and the Hatred built Day upon Day His father argued With all that he'd say By 12 the Boy had Longshoremans Syndrome, from the weight of the work As his spine was growing It bent the spine as it formed The Raging went on day after day The abuse heaped on the head of the Boy When Finally he left With his back to the door For 2 years they never Heard from the Son Till he missed Them and called 2 minutes it took till The father started again The son slammed Down the phone in tears And wasn't heard from For another year Through all of this from 5 years old He'd been ***** by an older boy And Held it all within Him Afraid of his Father he never had told All the Work here is licensed under the Name ®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 5:21 AM UTC
The Son
In earlier times a Daughter was born Who carried the welts of a belt An oath of no children By the Mother was sworn Ten years went by An she agreed to one But you must never Lay a hand on my son The man felt afronted By the Oath on his head But agreed to the terms His wife had said... The son was born on A hot august Morn But the oath on his head Was the Mans Scorn As the Boy grew older All of 8 years old he Was told his mother ill Her Failed sight ner seen The Boy Had to help The mother to cook Taught by her From recipe books The Man owned a factory Where each day he must be After school his time Was never free He must clean The factory floor And haul the Rubish Out the door By 9 he was working with 16 ft boards To help make the slats That paid for our Board When ever the boy talked Of what he had learned He was ridiculed by the father And vicously Spurned He was called Insane and stupid Told he belonged in a Mental institution He was told He was a slacker That nothing he Did was ever right The Spite and the Hatred built Day upon Day His father argued With all that he'd say By 12 the Boy had Longshoremans Syndrome, from the weight of the work As his spine was growing It bent the spine as it formed The Raging went on day after day The abuse heaped on the head of the Boy When Finally he left With his back to the door For 2 years they never Heard from the Son Till he missed Them and called 2 minutes it took till The father started again The son slammed Down the phone in tears And wasn't heard from For another year Through all of this from 5 years old He'd been ***** by an older boy And Held it all within Him Afraid of his Father he never had told All the Work here is licensed under the Name ®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
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That's all I ask for A drip of your red liquid Precious vicously lovely Carry for the rest of my life Always have you with me Have a piece of your heart Closely intimate formed art Between bonding love Ascending from heavens Given, may I Be thee, unforgiven
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
Your Blood