Wiccan Curse For The Anti-Theist Poem by stephanie mellisa kievaughan
Wiccan Curse For The Anti-Theist
every time you speak
its as if a well
of biased
putrid poison
alkaline water
comes flowing out.
you seem to have
A message
that's not being heard.
with every word
stinking Like a Lizards Turd.
with acrid Ammonia
stinging my Nose.
I wish you may
i Pray you Might.
Crawl back to the Cave
From Whence
You Crawled out of
this very Night.
The Day The Gleam
Within your eye.
Turns Milky White.
The Demons Will Come
To Reap Your Wicked Soul
under Crescent Moon.
Before The Twilight
boils down to the Black of Night.
The fire's of hell's hearth
will beckon a cry out unto You.
This House will Welcome such as You
VVritten By Stephanie Mellisa Kievaughan 8/28/2015
I like the constant barrage of insults and unusual rhyme scheme in this... the flow is very nice, almost like it should be read as a rap song with excellent word choice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I tend to use my Online interactions as an Inkwell of emotions. when i am made to Feel I write. Mental Note one should deduce from this. Don't get in an argument with Such an eloquent poet. a world without Transcendental Poetry Written From the Core Beliefs of one's faith. Is a World I would want no part of.