Little water

Little water

A little water will not clear you of your deeds

As proven by old foils,

Your self is the deed,

You, vile creature

As part of a supreme plan,

Either I or some other might just wane you...

Drop by drop with thunder, lightning

...Whatever pure as water will burn your hellish fires

‘Even if the oceans have to be lifted’

So fear, worry...

Shun!

Or you will suffer that fate

The one that decides our fates

Will finally let us decide for ourselves

The rivers’ flow will stop

And shall let the fish swim wherever they want

Even if you are the one responsible

For the genesis of each of my crafts,

I’ll make my own experiences a work of art,

Not mere tragedies that are traced back to you,

The deed that makes the deeds come true

With the smoke that soils our lives

You should cough and die.

We will not lie...

...No more

My dearest fucking foe

AENP