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Trial of a Macabre..
Was it raining or was it dark,
Was his face blue or was it stark.
Did his hands grope you hard
Did you not quiver digging that backyard.
A judge asking the girl questions of crime scene,
the girl who was dragged by her hair
a girl tattered, shattered and her soul now layers lean.
Snarled she fire with bloodshot eyes,
Blood dripping from her fingers blue
howling with gruesome cries.
"Oh yes I picked a sickle lying in the barn,
I pulled down the stars by ripping off his private parts,
Popped his eyes like marbles shot from a meteor,
But he gave in too soon, too soon Oh darn.
Unfurled she her sore bud,
gave them a slice of her artistic play with the spud.
Wolverine she was trying to rip the Moon apart,
"But to bury him alive yes was too heavy on my heart.
But you who stand here and question my ethics,
You agnostics are but a shadow of that rapist.."
-Gitanjali Kapoor
© laughing_soul
Was his face blue or was it stark.
Did his hands grope you hard
Did you not quiver digging that backyard.
A judge asking the girl questions of crime scene,
the girl who was dragged by her hair
a girl tattered, shattered and her soul now layers lean.
Snarled she fire with bloodshot eyes,
Blood dripping from her fingers blue
howling with gruesome cries.
"Oh yes I picked a sickle lying in the barn,
I pulled down the stars by ripping off his private parts,
Popped his eyes like marbles shot from a meteor,
But he gave in too soon, too soon Oh darn.
Unfurled she her sore bud,
gave them a slice of her artistic play with the spud.
Wolverine she was trying to rip the Moon apart,
"But to bury him alive yes was too heavy on my heart.
But you who stand here and question my ethics,
You agnostics are but a shadow of that rapist.."
-Gitanjali Kapoor
© laughing_soul
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