He walks upright.
He should crawl
on his belly.
He was praised
instead of
being stoned.

He is the Beast that dwells
in my
Soul of Memories.

He is
“The Pig.”
“The Demon.”
“The Taker Away of Innocence.”
“The Betrayer of Trust.”

He is a
“Man Without a Soul.”
In his eyes you can see
the bowels
of Hell.
His touch drove me
to the Limbo
in which
I
reside.

His is the
Anti-Christ.
“The Molester.”

My Death.

My Grandfather.