Tarnish thy tongue
Burn thy tracks
And eliminate thy tree
For it is filled with snakes of full mouths
Their fangs covered in suicide
And their eyes covered in facades of glory
You dare bestow judgment with that in mind?
You dare bestow judgment upon my rightful place?
You dare bestow wickedness upon my soul?
This will not cover your lanky limbs that are doomed to separate.
This will not satisfy that gluttony of selfishness you carry in your purse.
I can see the skulls dangling from your neck
You lips covered with impatience
And your motion is exposed
But you call this euphoria
A sweet, warm taste to your bowels like milk from your mother
Slithering down your everlasting thirst
And attempting to feel satisfied from even the slightest of wrath you unleash.
I've had it.
I want your body
To feel the sins that has caused my woe
A bright red mark to match the glow
And I want your breeds to watch while they cry slow
But I shall watch with anticipation, like a crow
You are a behemoth that walks on two feet
You are a sloth that pretends to be complete.
But really you're a tree with thick meat
And I will laugh at your expiration date of course
My echo will cover you like maggots on a corpse
Rest in agony
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The Raven's Hymn
Poetry"A wonderful moonlight, Shines on your soul. It illuminates a sillhouette, Of waves that cause havoc With haphazard directions of agony. Let the raven welcome you to it's domain, And sing unto you, The symphony of many." Highest ranking in inspiring...