Child of Wrath

Hate consumes my core
The abomination of peace
Lurks beyond the jogular notch of my being
Prying on every devious thoughts
Patiently waiting to let it lose.

I am a child of wrath
Conceived with in the realms of blasphemous past
A by product of sodomy
To a mother whose been beaten
By life in misogamy

Does a fruit really fall from a tree?
Would i harbor the same fate
as she used to be?
Would i curse every person who turned me to be
A irrational child borne from the deepest of hate

With the howling sound of retribution
I shall equate life with tribulation
Come near me as you pleased
And let me satiate your every sexual need

For i am a pleaser with a scythe . . .
That hungers to bring you your death💋

(C)mai8.10.20