Dispelling Resentment
- With it is hindrance and see it do not, now I must shove it in the land of Forgot.
- I do wish it harm, I do not wish it well, I wish it would burn in the bowls of a hell!
- Where it squishes on down till there is but a trace of its spiteful, looming, and bitter old taste.
- It’ll see not a light, a wink, nor a shine. It’ll crack up and break down as a weather beaten mime.
- Its pit is its curse on mind young and weak, now it can’t even smirk up one’s deceit.
- It can speak not of those it has ruined the lives, for of it overshadows the sin in its hives.
- Its life was well spent on villainous treat, but now it just smolders in wretched black heat.
- It asked for what it got, I tell you it’s so. I pity it till death and there it must go.
- Yet I find every reason, I find ever time, that when I think back, I see but a line.
- Yes, a line of small hatred, a line of bold death, a line I just can’t seem to get off of my breath.
- “Die evil thing, die now I say. Leave me in solace or oust you I may!”
- It asks not for knowledge, it asks just for grace, and grace it shall have as I scream in its face.
- Its seed is of Satan, he enjoys it like wine, he consumes its dark matter till it feels only vines.
- Vines of white lies and vines money’s bought, vines which have stolen and made it The Caught.
- Oh caught in a web, to rot in a hole, you’ve sought out its horrible, deeply-bitter, fallen soul.
- It’s as empty as bowls turned up to dry, it’s as nasty as flesh, sun soaked to fry.
- To burn in the sun and freeze in the moon, to push it down a gun and watch who will swoon.
- It deserves not to live, yet deserves not to die. I do find it deserves to have plucked but an eye.
- Plucked from its skull, detached from its brain, just so to sit and laugh at its pain.
- And so now, I end this, with almost nothing unsaid, just so you know to stay out of my withered old head.
- Goodbye demon child, goodbye now I say, to overwhelm me again-not is how you should pray.