Exorcism
Two faced, contagious waste,
Streaming from your eyes
Polluting my air.
Every breath I despise.
Slyness, trickery,
Cunning, illicit,
Persuading vacant bystanders,
Into thinking it’s legitimate.
Games and circles,
Triumphs and falls.
Cycles and jokes,
Battles and wars.
Hate is overrated.
In only burns the host.
Feigning indifference,
Is what agitates most.
My venom becomes a stanza,
Poetry or prose.
It spirits away the poison,
The crimson ghoul apposed
And afterwards,
I’m empty, spent, enlightened.
If my words could maim,
You’d be more than frightened.
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