The stench of evil engulfs me
And damn near swallows me with rage
I walk upon the streets of hell
My outer crust, my cage
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despite the poem spitting fire on the last three lines i see a heart good though wounded badly craving for vengeance...poem powerfully expressive... my ten votes
Wow! i had to give this one a ten Wendy! i don't want you hunting me down! talk about a woman spurned, brilliant regards Bob