The MissusMaybe it's her ruined Catholic soul
Which fills her full of bitter joy
When anything is lost. It's gone!
It's damned, beyond redemption.
Consequently, there is nothing
We can do. We have to grieve,
And, afterward, apportion blame.
Someone has failed. They should
Be named, and let the Devil deal
With them, and let the righteous
Heap up scorn. No mercy's due.
None ever is. The Catholic soul,
So scarred and awful, leads the Lord
To scorch the earth. The Judgment
Day is coming soon, and unbelievers,
Innocents, will be, together, cast into
The cauldron that is known as hell,
And she, in all her bitterness, will say
That justice has been done, and wait
To be raised into heaven, where,
No doubt, she'll soon discover failures,
Tasks gone unperformed, and she
Will ferret out who is to blame.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2018-09-14 at 19:10
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