Wetness through birth you have given to me
As you planted in me your seed with semen and pain
That grew like a plant that I was never to see
As I was God's Abel, you were my Cain.
Brotherly love and tenderness soft
Killed like me with the blade of the knife.
But don't you remember that Death has a cost
And blades have two edges as rolled were the dice
Of faith you played on the board of chess
Where a nordic girl was always your favourite sin?
But I will make you remeber, nevertheless,
That on the gaming board, there are always two queens.
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Something I can't tell
PoetryI don't know why I wrote a fricking long poem and at this moment I am afraid to ask myself because I wouldn't like the answer. Hopefully, "Something I can't tell" won't turn into a sequel because someone should check if I am still myself and not som...
