Your words cut flesh like a sharpened knife.
They sever souls like the Reaper's scythe.
Every consonant resonates power,
and each soft vowel acts as a bladed shower.
With a single word, you command haunting greatness.
In each sentence lies a terrible harshness.
Every syllable rings with hatred,
and every letter brings an unshakable dread.
You lie,
You haunt,
You trick,
You control.
Like a horrible bomb,
you threaten to explode.
Shrapnel insults fly through air,
slashing, cutting, and embedding what lies there.
As snakes would sink their teeth to prey,
the shrapnel kills with each biting phrase.
Your storm surges like a meaningful monologue,
your winded words and thundering sentences,
end with a distressing epilogue.
You are brutal, harsh, full of liars' pretenses.
This hell you reap upon the world,
only creates more wounded souls.
Rock and wood may break bones,
but your concrete speech can do much worse than stones.
