tradwife stuck in hell

by Allister Nelson

Old patterns break, the Gog chain loosens,

Magog bites the Ladder of Angels, snap

tendon skewer of cherub as demons fry

up lard and organ of the Damned.

But what is it to Satan’s Tradwife? I’m used

to the suffering of saints – they say I’m

a Saintess to put up with Him. That

Amazing Grace passed me by long ago,

I wake up every day and want to die,

but in Hell, if you’re dead, where else

is there

to go?

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