(no subject)
for the last time his roughened hand falls
leaving a bruised but relieved innocent.
while my mother cries for reopened scars
visable to only their witness
no longer will this beast of flesh oppress
endlessly dragging his line of spousal casualties
leaving just beaten human battlements in his wake
and casting shadows over his planned family endeavors
like a lake, his urning for female blood burns
spreading destruction to all perimeter lives
he is now stopped by his unforseen creator
and forced to be judged for all broken ties
if i could have only been there to view the face
of his fitting and eternal fate
and maybe drop the gavel on this stench of life
justice was undoubtley served that night
even if unrequested