I died a hero in the flames
Protecting my wee lambs
But when they cleared the rubble
They unearthed my many scams
It came to light I killed a lot
Of wandering lost souls
And chopped off all their body parts
And shoved them into holes
I cashed out on their dusty bones
On husbands, loves, and kids
But never was I ever caught
For what our God forbids
After death they plowed my land
Uncovering the graves
Of every missing person
I fed to hell's red waves
They marred my name in every print
A woman foolish mad
Who never loved a living soul
Who hated her own lad
And I'd be lying if I said
They did not print the truth
They painted me just as I lived
Just as I was in youth
The greatest bloody murderer
Womanhood produced
A horrid plague of awfulness
Humanity induced
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Wicked Women
PoesíaWicked Women is a collection of poems written from the eyes of history's most maligned and hated women. This collection explores what motivated these "evil" women to commit murders, robberies, and other infamous crimes and offers a glimpse beyond th...
