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Shadow of Death
She trusted her therapist the rapist.
Her baby bump, a ticking bomb.
Pangs of birth. Pangs of death.
Baby girl, but she lost her.
Mother of mercy, dead and buried.
The rapist raped mercy to death.
Without mercy, you killed the rapist.
Going to heaven and feeling cold,
you branched off to get warmth.
At hell’s gate, "You are welcome!"
© 2018 John Adebisi