He slithers around
Eyes of green
A writhing wraith
Petty and mean
With his lot is discontent
Tearing down is his bent
Of empathy, he is devoid
The fall of others gives him joy:
"Look at him, can't you see?
He's dumb, fat and cowardly.
The gifts he has should be for me
I deserve these more than he!"
Myrrh is Mine, Its Bitter Perfume
1 year ago
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