Her

Her

Dripping Womb of Evil Blood
Grows Dark and Vile Oozing Mud.

You Lie, You Scream and You Pretend
Making all Around You Weak and Bend.

You Silly Fool of Ridiculous Blight
With No Idea the Fetus of Might.

She Grows, She Swells and She Expands
With Precious Golden Silken Strands.

With Power and Strength All Her Own
To Drown the Witch to her bone.

Poem by M. Casey

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