As my blood turns cold,
They looked at my naked,
Torture body,
I am no longer human,
But an amusement pig
For those sick fucks.
and my body is buried,
I see the reason why men are not allowed near
Dead women.
You dirty sick fucks.
Somebody burning
Their screams hallow out as dirt covers my face,
my teeth turn into chitlings,
Smelling of burnt flesh as babies cries
And Mother coos and hushed,
I felt the black angel
Dragging my wings into
Dante's Inferno,
I sighed out my dead
Air lungs,
And blinked from the corner,
Of my eye to get earth crust out my eyes,
I stand on a stool as the noose taunts me about my death,
How do my decisions displease men, and should I beg forgiveness,
And mercy.
I shook my head no,
Looking with my pupils as it expanded into two shapes
Of Jupiter's moons.
I will not bow down or forgive my 'sins.'
But be hung by the noose,
And forever be unforgiven.
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Poetry: America's Fall
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