A confession like this
is not meant to be heard
Too candid for human morals
What I have done with my life
was my own
I do not claim it a good life
But I DO NOT apologize
I could blame my crimes on loneliness
yet there is fallacy in this claim
O my beloved husband,
rest is soul my lord,
How I adored him
Yet due to his importance
he was always away
Vienna or Ottoman war lands
were more home to him than me
And though my heart was without him
The Long War kept me busy too
Upholding my master's household
and protecting the destitute of war
preoccupied my matters of mind greatly
So no
that is not why I killed
I could easily blame my sins on death
I could blame my folly on death's cruelty to me
The taking of my children,
so young,
did scare me greatly
The tears I cried for my precious
Ursula,
for my Andrew,
should have flooded all of Sarvar
Yet I still had three of my angels
with me here on earth
to comfort me in times of despair
So no
that is not why I killed
No
my madness was never that complex
I did it because I could do it
I did it because my name entitled me to
My families roots filled with more nobility than some monarchs
I was of Magyar royal blood
My cousin the King of Poland
Who was there to oppose me?!
Indeed I waited til after my husband's death
to do the worst
I wanted my own time to silver claw
those I deemed fit
I did it because watching those filthy girls scream,
their burgundy chests torn open
pouring into my cup,
gave me more pleasure than any orgasm
and it was my right to do so
Seeing those putrid peasants,
dangling from my ceiling
chains rapping their legs
while their fresh blood filled my bath,
returned to me all that I once owned
and I had no one to tell me otherwise
Believe me when I say
this is not your typical confession
I have no amount of sorry in me
Not a bit of remorse
The power I took over those girls was mine to have
I wanted my glory back
and I got it from them
I wanted my beauty back
and I got it from them
I wanted my power back
and I got it from them
That is why I killed
What did you think
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Some vicious dealings very well written in this poem. You show depth, great imagination, and an attitude to look out for, this is what poetry is about, tough, tough, tough,enjoyed
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I like the part about candid morals in the beginning
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WOW I am speechless
Very intense and moving... I felt no anger, no joy. It was a matter of fact. I would love to know more about where this came from... Not the person, but the crime itself. Beautiful work!!!
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Power and pride ooze from your poem like blood—excellent work! I love the details and the way the story unfolded, as well as the unrepentant tone. The final line falls a little flat for me, though—the rest is original and charismatic and emotion-driven, and I don't think the last few words carry that through. Otherwise, I thoroughly enjoyed the write; thank you for sharing!
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oooohhhhh I like ithis holla. Hey you think you cold Find a link of this person. You know the saying a picture is work a thousand words. I like the fact you are not ashamed to write things that people would concider to be "oh my gosh Crazy:. 3 kudos to you love
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