Torture Poem by Ghost Legend
Torture
Lessen the pain, lest we
Miss the array.
Listen, meaning
Has no name.
Lessons, teeming with
Us in frays
Relegate, delegate
Fate.
Kindred, bloodied face,
Stitch wounds, abate
Punctures, pictured taste:
Vengeance anomaly.
Mercy, for me, pace!
Think of spoils, waste:
Family in crates—
Tragedy soirée.
Stretched out late,
We've seen a lake
Not worth drowning.
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