My Poetry: These Voices Know YOUR Name

These Voices Know YOUR Name

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The lords prayer

muttered under
shallow breath
stops the pain
digging within

the anger thickening

my veins
but it's in vain

hope ''cus He cannot halt

the Voice

from tellling me
to rip that forked flesh
from between your lips
to silence the screech
once and for all.

I walk to your home
lungs filled with screams

the Voice tells me

to let go the frustration
in the faces of strangers
so they know the pain
which is  forcing

my hand to slice

your windpipe
slow,

to watch the vileness

seep down your neck
like honey
on bleached bones.

You should know the Voice
knows YOUR name
in the whispered evening
as the clock ticks
down your demise
It wonders if

you're sitting pretty
in your malicious throne
unaware that justice
will bleed

your rotten veins dry
and your last words
will be my own
screamed
into your fading conciousness.