| Hatred of a Fool |
By HolyDemon
Posted 28 Apr 2012 04:34 Category: Poetry |
Even as I lay dieing upon your table, you still show me disrespect. My mind continues to grow unstable, and you continue to lose your intellect. My time comes in the hour, and you sneer and say I have no power. My eyelids wilt like a flour, and the rest of your life goes sour. |
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