
The blood flowing out of my stab wounds
Down the knife you stuck in my back
While I was not looking, trusting you
Has spoken to the heavens like Abel’s
Now your curse is being pronounced by Nemesis
The blood flowing out of my stab wounds
Down the knife you stuck in my back
While I was not looking, trusting you
Has spoken to the heavens like Abel’s
Now your curse is being pronounced by Nemesis
Loved this poetry. Such force and lucidity makes it a commendable piece of writing.
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Thanks so much!
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