Drop Dead

Your voice pollutes my ears.
Your presence sickens me.
I hate you.
Die a thousand deaths
Return to hell where you belong.
For all eternity.
Pure evil should be destroyed.
And never be allowed to exist
To corrupt the innocent.
I judge you, I accuse you, I condemn you,
I curse you, you disgust me.
You have no place in any world.
Your eyes envy me, your words are lies,
You are an evil trick, a poisoned apple,
A rotten fruit, you are a disease, a fungus,
A lowlife con, a selfish greedy sick bastard,
A sadistic sinful moron who will never repent
From sin, you are damned to hell.
Go accept your fate and suffer.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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