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The Act Of Engaging Elphaba (West) Nessarose (East)
You may need encouragement when the garment of your vile is lifted
That hate from you on display, not found in me, my persona will never be shifted
My blood festering in you, will take you out of your cordial groove
That is the divine law of nature when life does not pity the fool
When coveting animosity, the acidy rains that fall has no rules
The heart and mind in contention of being the student in someone else’s hard Knox school
Such a dim-witted fool
After your medications has been swallowed, echoed union of universal songs
For how long, do you assume a weak mind and heart can remain strong
When the pouring of its blood slowly seeps
Claws and teeth gnashed to bruise thy heart and the heel of thy feet
Deafness is way past the moon
You would never escape the long cold winds of an ordained monsoon
The trash has already been placed out
Who cares now of echoing shouts
One notation about the laws of conviction as my father told me
Before you even get down on your knees
Is always best to separate the demons and a witch in heat
To know the mark of the headless demoness, look upon they embedded of thy kissed face
Weaken mentally to deal with the channeling of self, yet a two legged entity walking among thy human race
Royalty has pressed upon the lips felt in my honeyed taste
As I stated in a realm of obscurity what the dark one offer than old woman lust
It becomes, whining, tired to the world, wisdom and knowledge needed, it is a must
Rage festering from the fountains of a forgotten livid youth
Denounced the light living in the darkness of a recluse
Reliving moments of stolen time from an unhappy birth
Until the womb only generation floats in its myth
The root of all evil is mockery, disdain, from a entity rising from soiled dirt
Discern eyes in reality for what you truly are
Elphaba in carnage merged with Nessarose two entwined demonic witches stood under the alignment of stars
We see what others dare see not
A bitter and foul tasting entity escaped from the Garden of Eden begot
Wailing for acceptance just to be true
Unsure of fate’s presence therefore, banners of neurotic intentions, narcissistic in its grandeur to deceive the eyes of gullible fools
We hear your silent unacceptable cries
From the heighten spiritual abandonment from the skies
Old yeller, upon the stench of hell, dragging its tails in denied divinity it seeks
No spiritual element in the valley of the dry bones from the blood of a sacrificed generation sheep
To sacrifice of an offspring from the placenta from which scratched from the womb as he sprung
The cries resonated the globe as Lucifer’s remnant was reborn, the parent now speaks of vileness, childish with a two-fork tongue
Cursed before birth
What are your words of comfort to earth now, what is the worth
When it slithers with the thunder of malice
Evilness sadistic the stench of lost souls piled up in your bloody palace
Enticement of sick and twisted
From which my wild child you now run
Trying to find the light of our divine Sun
Locating your soul in the dark is never fun
My child your older by many moons
And attempt to curse the light from which you seek, where your mind remains locked in Hades’ sealed tomb
The fertility of well-wished seeds of any man’s loins and any woman’s womb shall always reflect by their generation after generation
Healing hands by the rite where this French Créole Haitian stands with love and preservation
Go through life, smile, and laugh through your tears
A fragile mind would have been prepared and not internally festering with such wicked, babbling, in coherent fears
Copyright©SKC-2023
That hate from you on display, not found in me, my persona will never be shifted
My blood festering in you, will take you out of your cordial groove
That is the divine law of nature when life does not pity the fool
When coveting animosity, the acidy rains that fall has no rules
The heart and mind in contention of being the student in someone else’s hard Knox school
Such a dim-witted fool
After your medications has been swallowed, echoed union of universal songs
For how long, do you assume a weak mind and heart can remain strong
When the pouring of its blood slowly seeps
Claws and teeth gnashed to bruise thy heart and the heel of thy feet
Deafness is way past the moon
You would never escape the long cold winds of an ordained monsoon
The trash has already been placed out
Who cares now of echoing shouts
One notation about the laws of conviction as my father told me
Before you even get down on your knees
Is always best to separate the demons and a witch in heat
To know the mark of the headless demoness, look upon they embedded of thy kissed face
Weaken mentally to deal with the channeling of self, yet a two legged entity walking among thy human race
Royalty has pressed upon the lips felt in my honeyed taste
As I stated in a realm of obscurity what the dark one offer than old woman lust
It becomes, whining, tired to the world, wisdom and knowledge needed, it is a must
Rage festering from the fountains of a forgotten livid youth
Denounced the light living in the darkness of a recluse
Reliving moments of stolen time from an unhappy birth
Until the womb only generation floats in its myth
The root of all evil is mockery, disdain, from a entity rising from soiled dirt
Discern eyes in reality for what you truly are
Elphaba in carnage merged with Nessarose two entwined demonic witches stood under the alignment of stars
We see what others dare see not
A bitter and foul tasting entity escaped from the Garden of Eden begot
Wailing for acceptance just to be true
Unsure of fate’s presence therefore, banners of neurotic intentions, narcissistic in its grandeur to deceive the eyes of gullible fools
We hear your silent unacceptable cries
From the heighten spiritual abandonment from the skies
Old yeller, upon the stench of hell, dragging its tails in denied divinity it seeks
No spiritual element in the valley of the dry bones from the blood of a sacrificed generation sheep
To sacrifice of an offspring from the placenta from which scratched from the womb as he sprung
The cries resonated the globe as Lucifer’s remnant was reborn, the parent now speaks of vileness, childish with a two-fork tongue
Cursed before birth
What are your words of comfort to earth now, what is the worth
When it slithers with the thunder of malice
Evilness sadistic the stench of lost souls piled up in your bloody palace
Enticement of sick and twisted
From which my wild child you now run
Trying to find the light of our divine Sun
Locating your soul in the dark is never fun
My child your older by many moons
And attempt to curse the light from which you seek, where your mind remains locked in Hades’ sealed tomb
The fertility of well-wished seeds of any man’s loins and any woman’s womb shall always reflect by their generation after generation
Healing hands by the rite where this French Créole Haitian stands with love and preservation
Go through life, smile, and laugh through your tears
A fragile mind would have been prepared and not internally festering with such wicked, babbling, in coherent fears
Copyright©SKC-2023
Published 10th Dec 2023
Author's Note
Third Quarter Moon: Half of the moon is visible from Earth.
SKC
Poem Based off the musical Wicked
Elphaba, or the Wicked Witch of the West, is NOT related to Glinda. She does have a sister named Nessarose, the Wicked Witch of the East (she's the one who gets the house dropped on her in The Wizard of Oz). Elphaba does have a sister, but it's not Glinda
Picture compliments of the internet
SKC
Poem Based off the musical Wicked
Elphaba, or the Wicked Witch of the West, is NOT related to Glinda. She does have a sister named Nessarose, the Wicked Witch of the East (she's the one who gets the house dropped on her in The Wizard of Oz). Elphaba does have a sister, but it's not Glinda
Picture compliments of the internet
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