The senselessness of it all,
spiteful utterances driven with forces guttural.
Tearing the flesh, searing the soul,
sandpaper worn words destroying them whole.
Cathartic transference; a transgression,
against any and all that live contented.
Howl savagely for what you’ve scorned,
time pulls the carpet from underneath it all.
Reviler; humanity’s passion hater,
tearing down from heights unattainable--
the same old plight of sad old mind.
Jealously in the happiness you’ll never find.
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