Oh lady of woe have you no shame?
Heartless deviant of mime
Sour spewer of innuendo...
Voracious doom caster of time;
Oh lady of woes - still living in yesterdays error's
Weaving your tarnished visuals of questionable crime
You the mass alienator of the good souled
You - the muse of obtuse rhyme...;
Your day is, indeed, coming my lady
A promise we've kept and 'tis due...
For your intimidtion of God's forgiven
A Karmic gift has been chosen especially for you!
By, Theodora Onken
April 6,2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem