The Poem of Antioch

 "Slippery steps, and slippery stones,

And in naught but a while, many broken bones...

Misery, misery, this Spider Witch,

Give Hell a high, and live with this b*tch...

Sent to wards and great doctors, to mend and get healed,

And through a hole in his ear, A spider is sealed...

The paralysis is driven, the venom has grown,

It has been many years, and it's all his own..."

Poetry