michael plumb - The Hatred

you start the gore
blood flows on the shore
to fight is no more
but words will reflect on your soul.

the place where I should be
you just grabbed it suddenly
smirched my image,
ripped me into the pieces.

I am alone but you are many
together with your ancestry
made a ploy successively
and thought it was your victory

My time will come
your life will be gruesome
offspring will not lasts
and you will suffer the grudge.

- babylin palonpon

michael plumb

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