A Captive Misery

A Captive Misery

I recognize the divinity in me as I watch it pool on the wood floor, the thick substance gently slides between the floorboard's gaps; the house's wrinkles allow the ichor to seep further into its age. My Divinity streaks down my Iron, exhausted, after purifying with its love; My divinity flows through the stream of the wicked; my divinity damns the hand that dirty me, my divinity rights the impure wrongs; my divinity is worth loss, and the pain it comes with; my divinity is to me, as wings are to angels; my divinity is to die for, and that is what the impure shall do today.

"I hereby sentence you to life in prison after all the charges against you have been proven true."