Blasphemer – Personification, Blitz, Kenning
I carried a pack of lies with me, fed from milky-breast
I may as well have been nurtured by a pack of wolves, my soul's fate was cast-away
My infantile choices led me to paradise-lost
My infantile choices were cork-screwed
He, well I was given to believe, he was sent forth by the big-one
He, well I was given to believe, he was the seeded by the top-dog
She, well I was told, she was the bread-baker
She, well I was told, she was un-spoilt
Him, well what can I say, he's no longer prince-charming
Him, well what can I say, he'll grow no older than my back-teeth
Me, well I never mattered, for me, there is no carbolic-soap
Me, well I never mattered, for me, after this, it's off to pay the hell-raiser
Foot Note: Each stanza is comprised of a Personification, a Blitz and a Kenning in that order, it is hoped. The poem followings the same thread as Week One's poems, which is my plan for the whole POY, prompts permitting.
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