Plea From A Leper Poem by Shelta Realms

Meat, gradually dispersing
Flesh, flakes creating.
The soul of my feet is there,
the sense of my bones persists,
though they both grieve for mercy.

Clashes, of pain and serenity...
Halt your horses! Where is your gall bladder by the way?
Do not state it as if you have balls to talk.
For I have checked your mouth and tongue is nowhere to be found.
Very unfair to the meeks, sure it is

Why do you want to inflict on temples of justice?
Who made you sail to bother the slaves?
Would you stop for just a second to think?
Plainly, your nature is to eat, I understand,
but would you mind if I say 'Just devour on Lucifer's hand! '?