“THE SCOURGE?” a poem December 18, 2019 (Wednesday)
WOMEN embrace The Terror. They slather and cry in ITs face,
But they weep NOT of sorrow or fear, but of seeking a closer embrace,
Bleeding and undulating in their castles of horror,
While men RUSH with torches to burnAway TheCore.
Yet, when with their torches [ablaze], they arrive at The [Castle] Door,
A [beautiful, sensual] maiden arrives, and all [burning] shafts hit the floor,
Spilling the seed of fire all upon The Ground,
Allowing TERROR to survive and flourish inflaming the mound,
SPREADING, as a burning fire, THROUGHOUT THE COUNTRY SIDE;
Then , women’s weeping turns to laughter and joy and ESPECIALLY pride,
And THE TERROR spreads further throughout The Land and Heavenward.
IT IS A CANCEROUS, YET FLOURISHING UNSTOPPABLE BIRD.
And, after marriage, SHE displays the remains of once burning torch sticks,
Now affixed to her wall, illuminated by [many] flickering wicks.
TERROR is surely in The World, handed to the guilty men,
Who could not hold their burning shafts “aright.” Is it any wonder then,
That HOPE must come, burning bright and true,
To set The World at ease by finally burning The Scourge through & through?
LIMERICK: “Divine Feminine Worship As The Best Evidence For Inherent Insanity.”
The FEMININE DRIPS terror and pain, / & drives all creation insane, / And GOD is well pleased, / As ALL drop to their knees, / With each joyous, fun X-mas refrain.