“The Curse Of Twisting Bedevilment: A Torment”

January 5, 2009
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In a Cold, unwelcoming chamber chamber
candlelit in a deep, dank, darkening pit
You lie on a metal bed in kicking fit . . .

As you watch Your Heart roasting toasting on a Spit.
Your Flesh aching aching slit slit.
You writhe scathed
by the Sufferings
In which you bathed bathed
on a floor paved paved
by broken bones
And cobblestones. . .





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