Address to revenge

Something in him, he held
One or two, maybe three-
Pray he don't die soon,
'Tis, [his] stagnated spirit,
Won't ever rest, it won't
For now, or for later
To haunt his Grandsons
Her soul, he who robb'd
Force, plunder; occupation-
Dessertion: weary, rage!
Unparalled treats; rage!
Hole in heart; night cries!
Her cries he hear,
In death, the spirit calls,
'N dreams, in trance-
Yet dead it cries "mercy!"
Yet his stagnated soul,
Sought justice in a way
So just but unruly
Heavens, he prays,
Take this cup,
'Tis bloodspill nurtured;
Her destiny 'n his hands
In her [now] quititude,
Its done, she's dead
Of karma; not fate?
His hands, nor he-
But he did-

Reviews

[midnight reaper]

amazing work I am speechless in a good way

[Baldwin Mupfeki]

Thank you so much!