CAMELOT FANTASIES

You crossed the line of propriety
Dismissed a kind heart
You tore it apart
A true miser of hate
Misogyny
Capitulated by the need of my property
Cruel laughter of peeling across the way
Throughout the months of eight
Abundance comes in all forms
Disturbed by the scathing need to acquire what isn’t yours
Steal and plunge into the darkest depths
Cruel are your ways
Need I remind you
Heaven and hell
Are all represented here
You may think your dollar is mighty
Not mightier than the pen
Where you will lay to crumbled layers
Broken and spell bound
Castrated as eunuchs trying to get an ****
Casting spells made for my protection

~Divine