For a Fiendish FriendA Poem by Arctic FoxI have a message for thee. Small and simple it shall be. Pass my words to thee to ye master, you see, I have mush to say; many things will come from me. Death has come and left me behind, But your lies is what cut me and made me blind. To ye, I was so gentle and so kind, But you stabbed me and left me in a bind. I fed you and clothed thou bare back. Yet compassion and care is what ye lack. Instead ye has a heart ever so black. Ye lives a faltered life, like a broken track. Built up of dust and rotten to the core. Abandoned was the name I was force to bore. But thou never cared, as if I was an eye sore, And treated my tears like and unwanted downpour. Go back to your father, your creator, your very own master. Since you are hell's slaves and he is freedom's captor. © 2017 Arctic FoxReviews
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