Category: Poetry

Pestilence upon us—dreary doom
I come for you, I’ll see you soon
Whimpers, crying—petulant gloom
Read the room, then poke the wound

I sate myself on misfortune
I’m glad it’s yours, we’re carnivores
Devour each other, consume your brother—
how delightful are these hor devours

For one must fall, so I stand tall
Equal footing—No, the gall!
To make you small, is what I foresaw,
and rule forever, above you all