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Wrath
by: Me
Spinning, spinning, madness winning
Psychopathic thoughts beginning
Butterflies to catch for pinning
Spinning thoughts inside my head
To twirl the net and bring it down
To trap the beast unto the ground
Its screaming terror'd not speak a sound
I stick the pin and pin it dead
Its writhing, grabbing on the netting
The sounds I wouldn't be forgetting
The tapping, flapping, clapping, fretting
Gradually slowing to a stead
A cold and sweating, mad reaction
I sense the tingling satisfaction
And this is surely just a fraction
A fraction of the blood she shed
My carriage wheels had quickly turned
The case at court was now adjourned
So early home I had returned
Returning to my home ahead
It was a cold and somber morning
When I first received the warning
A beauty carriage, now adorning,
Standing still at my homestead
Curious, I stepped out and gazed
Of its presence there, I was amazed
Then I saw my dogs were caged
Cold and outside, barely fed
Gingerly I climbed the stairs
"To the bedroom!" my mind declared
Upon that sight, I lost my air
My wife and colleague in my bed
My curiousness then turned to strife
My temper flared against my wife
I silently retrieved a knife
To turn her lusting into dread
I chose to kill the poor man first
I stabbed his neck and watch it burst
His silent death increased my thirst
I watched the bastard as he bled
Suddenly, my wife awoke
The bloody mess caused her to choke
Her agony, in me invoked
A sense of anger, sorely red
She stumbled, falling on the floor
Tried to scramble to the door
She looked so sad, so low, so poor
So shameful as she crawled and fled
I pinned her down, still writhing, grabbing,
My knife was quickly, sharply dabbing
As my hands were cutting, stabbing
Stabbing her from overhead
When she was still, I calmly backed
I realized my unlawful act
I left my home, I left my tract
The task was done; Her blood was spread