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Her Silent Wrath!
#WritcoPoemPrompt19
Etch not unto her pliant flesh,
Cruel marks of your monstrous desire,
She bears your atrocities,
With silent rage,
Waiting to unleash her wrath...
Fuss not anymore over her fate,
With your deceitfully fake promises,
She stands your humiliation
And the abuses for long,
Mustering courage to face the war.
Judge not her breast, not her hip;
It's your mind that is mired with filth.
She's not a object of lust,
She's the nature!
Nature gets adverse too if messed with.
© kbilasen
Etch not unto her pliant flesh,
Cruel marks of your monstrous desire,
She bears your atrocities,
With silent rage,
Waiting to unleash her wrath...
Fuss not anymore over her fate,
With your deceitfully fake promises,
She stands your humiliation
And the abuses for long,
Mustering courage to face the war.
Judge not her breast, not her hip;
It's your mind that is mired with filth.
She's not a object of lust,
She's the nature!
Nature gets adverse too if messed with.
© kbilasen
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