Spawned from life forms,
Their agendas interrupted
Blessed by perfection yet blemished
Battle with womb-mate, Clash of Titans
Forever hate
Life forms speak of luminous bile
Their eyes hold dire sights for the unsuspecting
Never guided, never counted
In fact “whose idea”
Trust was molested, Patience tested
Vindictive for transgressions unnecessary
Life forms become weary.
Dilapidated
Forgave never forgotten
Heavy wrath yet never lift a finger
Ramifications for this gash in my posterior
Life less forms.
Oba Richards
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