You stole my toil; you desecrated my holy oils
Your constant connivance can’t waylay me, though I recoil
You are much worse than all the scum of the soil
Your soul is as rancid as a festering boil
I have suffered immensely because of your selfish desperation
My purity bled from the thorns of your sins
Your evil powers take all my towers in hours
But I swear you can never weaken my rafters’ bowers
May all that you leech become solely your poison
May all that you grab strike you back in unison
There is a stake reserved for your vile heart,
a heart that revolts everything that what God art
I am never intimidated, never gullibly baited
I can resurrect all victims that you hungrily masticated
And you must know that I will never wish you well
May you be consigned to the noxious critters of hell
montes-musings.blog 