with her hag spite voice of hate <br />bad blood of Satan soul spat <br />at a passing sublime woman pure hearted <br /> <br />“your fat” her repetitive curse crowed <br />but this good woman with pity turned <br />thought “fat may diet thin your soul is dammed” <br /> <br />dark soul glorified her hero Satan worshipped <br />destined to be ever ugly through eternity dammed <br />beauty looked upon worm heart soul sins shivered <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Terence George Craddock<br /><br />Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bad-blood-of-satan-soul-spat/
