Joan

Joan SheDraws a final breathFilled with heat and flameNothing but the word can Touch her The voicesThe callingHer destinyManifestedA child againstA kingdom Tortured AbusedAnd worseShe spit in the eyesOf corruptionOf Religious OrderPatriarchal BullshitShe smiled and wavedAnd said Fuck YOUTo All that conspiredAgainst her…You back stabbing PIGI Called you Lordand youWere (Never a Saviour)So Mote itContinue reading “Joan”

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