At last, I see you.
Resting in solitude,
Unaware of your morbid signature,
The putrid stench you so generously ooze with every stance.
I know what lies behind those eyes.
Plastic roses, crooked culture,
Saline smile and scheming vile,
Words of honey yet hollow, trite—
Ensnaring me in your devilish sneer.
And yet, you dare to sit here in front of me.
The crass cacophony bubbling in my mind,
Asks me to peel out your skin and gouge your eyes out.
To whisk you to my inferno—
Feed you to the demons,
Mutilate your hardware;
Whilst a gospel of gory vengeance,
Drown you in my boiling tears.
And perhaps I will.
Welcome to Judgment Day.
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