{"sf1_id":1355845,"sf2_id":"dmW88pRn","title":"Heathen","author":"Mantrid_Brizon","words":309,"posted_at":"2018-07-31T06:25:11.000Z","tags":["Abuse","Anger","Anthro","Black And White","Bondage","Cat","Death","Feline","Female","Gun","Guns","Heterosexual","Human","Interracial","Interspecies","M/F","Male","Murder","Poem","Poetry","Rape","Rhyme","Sad","Sex","Sorrow","Story","Straight","Tiger","Tigress","Torture","Violence (Not In Yiff)","firearms"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1355845-heathen","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmW88pRn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e6/e0/e6e0c9fe-6437-456d-b6df-f09708158c8a","description":"This poem describes April, a villain I have written into the stories Drag Me Down Again, and Perambulation.","content":"Heathen\n\n(02/09/2018)\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou look upon this lady fair,\n\nMy slender frame; black pigtailed hair,\n\nWhite and black; my fur is stripped,\n\nCobalt eyes light up the night,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWalking with the utmost grace\n\nYou see a very gentle face,\n\nI look to you with toothy smile,\n\nFew men can resist my wiles,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThose who do fall to the gun,\n\nI often shoot it just for fun,\n\nI use it nearly every day,\n\nOh, how I enjoy the fray,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut this is not the life I chose,\n\nI strike a subtle villainous pose,\n\nMy minions serve me faithfully,\n\nAnd cower at the sight of me,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI've killed too many to keep count,\n\nBodies piling like a mount,\n\nEnding lives with my own hands,\n\nBut no one knows just who I am,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI walk in darkness and in light,\n\nMy true self hiding in plain sight,\n\nI wear a mask so they won't see,\n\nThe good that lives inside of me,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAn empathetic psychopath,\n\nA moralistic sociopath,\n\nA righteous unbeliever,\n\nAnd an honest deceiver,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI spread the truth while telling lies,\n\nAll of myself I do despise,\n\nI cheat and rob; give to the poor,\n\nThen kick in someone else's door,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut every day the darkness grows,\n\nI become the monster the others know,\n\nWhat good that's left is dying fast,\n\nThe evil is alone at last,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy claws cut into tender meat,\n\nA victim lying at my feet,\n\nChain them down; I rape and maim,\n\nI hate how I enjoy their pain,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe violence is possessing me,\n\nDestroying what might ever be,\n\nCrying out as my heart breaks,\n\nTheir life was never mine to take,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut I'm trapped in a mental cell,\n\nAnd burning in my private hell.\n\nWhat is there to believe in?\n\nI'm just a worthless heathen.","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1355844-sky.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1356175-deception-bread-and-circuses.json"}}