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Sea of death - Poetry

Poetry

A book of poetry I wrote, was published on other things. Or it's stright up a call out / vent about someone. And typically those ones are obviously about someone.

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Spite and Vingaur

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by Zandurr

by Zandurr

<pt 3 to "six bloody stiched halves">

9.30.24

oh, the irony,

Same one,

Kicked on tenacaltiy

"Dont wanna be sued"

You said without saying,

To my broken-hearted tears in the office,

Round two

If I didn't get hurt,

I would have been,

Under the radar

Like the others like,

Spite is a word,

That fuels me,

Spite is a word

That causes revenge

I'm out for blood,

Full of spite, pity

For those you

clime youre

Fixing

So I spite by wearing my chef jacket,

Proving I won "hells Kitchen"

I got the jacket,

I Carried on like a soldier with a battle wound.

Til you discharged

Pouring vinegar in the wound you

Stabbed,

stinging the pain,

What good is a ta,

Who doesn't have the skills,

So you clime,

Because of other people-inflicted pain,

"Sound not safe for you"

Not safe for anyone,

So it seems.

Overstacked heated Ovens,

Over staked dish-pan,

Ouch!

3rd-degree burns

Dull knives,

unclear instructions,

Ouch!

Cross stitches

The will to do the class,

The hopes and dreams,

Enstingust,

In the hells,

Blaze

Now replaced with,

Spite and vinegar,

From your own kitchen