Pandemonium in ridicule,
why do you judge me so?
Or does this trepidation get to you,
until you are a ghost.
Or are you so oblvious,
to what does cloud your head?
I find it quite so obvious,
the poisons causing death.
I see parts of you die,
every time you hear my name.
I see how when I look at you,
it cuts like razorblades.
Malevolent intentions,
have unleashed into the open.
My hellish sacrifice,
you are the words I have unspoken.
Bloody altercations.
Gory homicide.
I will not just leave here,
until I see you die...
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