Blasphemy bled into discord

Whirling around the tumultuous ordeal

That housewives read about in books.

The closure she held onto for life

Suddenly faded to black in the distance

Much like her beauty.

Feeling the honor of time

Wrapped around her neck, like a noose

We didn’t expect her to fight back.

Holding onto the rod of forgiveness

She only intends to damage

Not destroy.

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