A Curse From The Grave

I have it straight from the Devil's mouth
That these people shall burn in Hell!
My eldest son and his daughter
Plus a certain candy bar judge
Who sits upon the probate court bench
In Montgomery County draped in black,
The color of his soul
For locking away my darling bride,
Destroying her family,
Raping and robbing that which is
All that remains of my sacrifice
For God and country.

Were I able to rise from the grave
I'd cut off his balls
And feed them to pigs
For this man has no more business
Being a judge than Satan has
Sitting upon the throne of Heaven!

I curse all who have brought
Dishonor unto my wife
That though my body and bones are long interned,
My spirit lives and speaks
No lie for I have kissed the hand of God
And seen into the darkened hearts of greedy men
That none hold in balance that which I love
For she is mine and I set her free
With these sentiments to join with me
Unto eternity!

-- by Terry Lynch
17 Nov. 2006

This poem came to me as a vision of my father, Lt. Col. Leonard P. Lynch, speaking from the grave with respect to those who have warehoused my mother, La Faye S. Lynch, and made her a virtual slave. As a man of honor he cursed those who have hurt and harmed my dear mother and separated her from her family during the last years of her life. I have authored this poem that all may know my father curses them from his grave! Since my father died in my arms and I have loved both my father and my mother, I am quite qualified to inform those who have dishonored my mother that my father would approve of their damnation, reticule and shaming.









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