WHATEVER YOU SEE IN MY SOUL

However add the lies you told
What you left out, what you inferred
From whence they came, a heart so cold
It was not me worst you injured.

Whatever you see in my soul
Imputed there by books you've read
If my destruction was your goal
A different fire instead you've fed.

For where my sins are much imagined
Though still for these you seek my death
At end of life it's you chagrined
For I shall haunt your every breath.

To hottest place your soul consigned
With move you made to murder me
No higher place to you assigned
To flames you go eternally.

As for me, a monster you find
The wrongs you sought to claw, to hunt
Whatever faults, I must remind:
At least I'll never be a cunt.
© 2006 by Michael J. Farrand


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