Juxtaposition
Darkness and Redemption…
Vile spewing forth from my tongue, Putrid pile of despicable dung…
Could they have conceived anything less,
Than this abhorrent abomination.
A misfigured misshapen mess,
An errant, escapen aberration.
Putrid slime the offspring of hell,
A living blasphemy of desecration.
No less a crime the heavens know well,
Than the product of its own defecation.
Dark and deep where The Devil doth forge,
His fire and brimstone to purge this Scourge.
To end The Source of Heaven’s shame,
Its malformed miscarriage always to blame.
This was always their right to claim,
To send me back from whence I came!
Or…
Am I here to Love?
DFK 10-99