DEVILS
SPAWN
Evil faces tell my story
They speak volumes for others too,
Vitriol and bile spewed toward me
Hatred and obscenities hurled at you.
I am the Devils spawn
A sickness which putrefies the soul,
I am a revolting cancer
Faecal waste from Satan’s hole.
I am the seed of Lucifer
The offspring of Beelzebub’s whore,
You spit your filthy words at me
And smash my head into the floor.
The reason for your hatred
Through the blows I didn’t buckle,
The Nuns, them savage women of God
Who with rulers whacked my knuckles.
In schools and all the churches
The persecution so very well planned,
To destroy the offspring of the Devil
For writing with my left hand.
Phil Hall June 2013
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