(((Scribe Of No Redemption))) Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

So many spikes driven-
Into my broken soul-
O' yes you did...
You succeeded long ago.

Listen........

You appointed yourself-
Judge, jury and man of the hour-
With a hand honed axe-
You weilded your wrath driven power.

Watch........

Cutting to razor sharp-
My tear filled eyes opened keen-
I will advise you that its been horrendous-
Not simply a very bad dream.

Absorb.......

You buried me recumbant but alive in the Coronodo Valley-
Anointed me with phleglm-like hazardous slime-
But i shall be remembered, brute, beast, dog
As a victim of your pittiless crime.

Reality.......

Are you listening yet?
For they too have followed your way-
As close as a doberman pincher-
Smells out the scent of its hunted prey.

Can you smell it? .......

For a 'sweetie' you are not-
But a dark hatred of women you own-
Burning them to ashes, unforgiven-
And cutting their soft flesh to the bone.

See..........

You call us: The Fallen-
In your self-rightous domain-
But KH are the initials-
Of this dark sadists name.

Find Him........