Traitor

First Posted: 02/09/09
Posted by: JMaC

T
here's nothing left to hear Mother

What the hell do you want?
You're a traitor of the worse kind
Millions of miles we flew to "find"
What's rightfully mine
Jezebel
I left my green naive skin behind

Consumate hypocrite
The untypical mad scientist
You and your frequent Mer and Snake love-fests
Chickens of many feathers polluting your shifting nest
Laboring in vain
A galactic itch that doesn't
Wane
Blessed or cursed by and with the best
It's over
Ebon lightning struck once and ended that quest

There's nothing left to hear Mother
What the hell do you want?
Dress to kill when you come to or after me
Scarlet Lady
Break out your finest greed-stained dress
Mommy dearest
We're already deep inside the final rains
And
Your compound blood storming in my veins
Doesn't entitle you to any sympathy or relative mercy
None at all
Zero
Suffered
Endured
I am He
Ready
I am severely thirsty

There's nothing left to hear
Anywhere
You're a traitor

So...

Eff you and the rest of them too

J

Traitor For That Woman © 2009 Ahkenaton  

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