Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Magistricide

Rusty iron in my hands
Or the one around my head?
I shove you in the stove instead,
Tired of hearing your demands.

Struggle onward, silly man
You cannot fight the pulling tide.
Submit to this magistricide,
Not within your melting plan.

Baking quickly as you lie
Limp and heavy in my arms.
You could not resist my charms.
How foolishly you learned to die.

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