That Vile ClawA Poem by Nobody.That Vile Claw My actions and words have soiled the divine, And injected venom into pure veins. In thought, God’s voice sounded so much like mine, And, yet, how could God inflict so much pain? The hand of this villain bore no nail scars; That vile claw, soaked thick with blackest sin, That vile claw now scratches at prison bars, The same wicked limb that snapped in life’s winds, And fell like the Angel of Morning Light Onto the man’s face that shared your warm bed. That wicked claw that set flame to the night, Struck out like an asp, and filled you with dread. Let that claw hang with the fruits of cursed Spring, When, my wretched corpse, from the gallows swings. © 2011 Nobody.Author's Note
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