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Sophie-Louise Pywell

Hell Hath



Embroidery on natural calico
Size: 100cm X 189cm

Poem:

They often say that idle hands are the devils’ playthings,

But he was using his hands all over me.

Touches that feel like repeated fresh stings,

But I was only the age of three.

 

God just told me to place my hands together and pray,

Pray for something better, trust him to make it right.

And hope that the pains would all go away,

Because God shows the path with his light.

 

But the devil said that he would have my back,

When he took the devil from next door.

He said his plans were all right on track,

And that my devil was no more.

 

And so, my torment ends as his begins,

And along comes his prison time.

The devil will make him pay for his sins,

And I will one day pay for mine.

 

But Hell hath no fury like a woman’s power,

Fuelled by the strike of the witching hour.

Hell has a fury for the men who have wronged,

Dragged back to the fires where they always belonged.

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