My Turn
Letemdangle
Published
06/10/2010
The Titans puddled grip
My mothers trembling lip
I see the faces, pierce the minds.
Titans hold release
Mothers fear at once, does cease.
I feel the cold I feel the hate
Passions glory, passions fate.
Fight no more, be not there
We will travel together away from here.
Titans stance, darkness glows
Angers shadows hide at night
I take the knife, hold it tight
plunge it deep , his blood now flows.
Mothers safe from Titans hold
My soul devoured by vengeance old
My body locked in prisons deep
While mothers rape does now sleep.
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