A reach for the sky-
as all hail breaks lose,
crashing down and receiving a battering by
hundreds of stones, that will find no truce.
* * *
Only to blame,
should take what is coming to.
If did not procreate the flame,
the fingers will not be burnt, so true!
* * *
Every word that would fall
from mouth,
more lies created, no truth at all.
All morals head first, will hit down south.
* * *
A stinging sensation all over the body,
not a patch in comparison to
what the victim will be
feeling now. No-one should be put through
such a remorseful act.