335 – Darkman

Poem number 335
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Darkman
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Ye Gods! Thy mind is evil, sir
A fetid swamp of bile
There lies a mile of inky black
Behind your winning smile
A further mile of murkiness
Then fifty miles of sin
And an ocean full of putridness
Beyond your wolfish grin
A cad in kitten’s clothing, thee
A wolf dressed up in white
I pray the Good Lord takes you
In the darkness of the night
I pray the Good Lord eats your soul
Then burns your empty skin
To purge this world of all you seemed
And all that lay within.

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