fakir flaunts his power and releases
demons, drawing to souls where light has dwelt.
pleas of mercy, screams, no one appeases.
compassion none, despite the souls who knelt.
victims all to stalker on his prowling,
no hiding place, no basement refuge near.
cerebral pain, nerves to jangle, howling,
bitten wounds on worm’d flesh assault appear.
hunted down, unmasked, a scented quarry,
conceptual hounds bay their callous cries.
nowhere on earth prey may pray or worry;
supplication sought, revealed sordid lies.
medicinal, no sugar coated pill,
mouth, ears, eyes now wide open; hunted still.
Very good momus, brings back memories when I was a child…and the washing up needed doing 🙂
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Hope you got caught and did your share! 🙂 x
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وفقك الله لم يحب ويرضا
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Thank you. I hope there is guidance in words.x
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Oh how evil and sordid is this tale you wove. Hunted and haunting lovely. X
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My mind in a million places. 😉 x
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Fakir sounds like the catholic church. Did I just say that out loud?
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Yup, I heard it. And, on rereading, I can see where you get that. 🙂 x
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LOL I’m glad you can see where the train tracks were for my brief derailment. Demons + guilt = catholicism. At least in my melting pot brain.
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I might get stuck there too. If I didn’t believe so completely in forgiveness. And there is the boon in confession. Good for the soul. And keeping a lid on the worst excesses of my humanity. 😉 x
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