Big Tyrants Don't Cry

Anthor tyrade of tyrany;
vomittous venting and
purging with purgery.
Iron tongue lashing
lacking the velvet lining
of sensitive taste
mouthing endless accusations
the fisted gavel
snapping as it slams
unjustly heralding
the verdict!
The penance shall
be paid in full!
Forked tongue
whipping my cheek
defence is not permitted.
Denial is death.
Hush! Lest the
blood letting begin;
maybe it will be
over sooner this time?
SPILL the BLOOD!
It is worth
every damn defiant drop!
To hear you sated,
whimper your thousand apologies.
A salted tear for every drop let.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

lost the original so here is the abridged all I can remember version, HugSS inspired by those who hear only themselves.

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