Kenders' Musings

The Gates Have Closed, your doom is sealed

in the edges of my mind
float words
I want to scream
at you
anchored
by rage,
confusion and
hatred

the vile lies you glibly spouted,
crocodile tears falling
from your quivering
lying
lips
you, the heartless harpy
of the trailer park

genetically destined to
choose poorly
to fail,
it's in your injun blood
your hedonistic blackened heart
will lead you places
which make that blackened heart
glow in shame

exposing the shallow life you lead
drop a stone down your bottomless heart
so you can hear the echoes
of failure
and the missing notes
of emotional connections
which haunt
your hollow heart

wallow in your never ending
spiral of destruction
which your goddess
has set you on
as she sits high
in her throne
maniacally laughing
at
your
doom....

As she salivates
at your death
proving once again
the path of least resistance
only leads to hell
on earth

in the edges of my mind
float words I want to scream
at you
anchored by rage,
confusion
and hatred

May a long life you lead
Bereft
May many years be yours
neurotic
May many moons shine down
Upon your upturned
tear stained cheeks
May clarity strike
in your final moments
Your mistakes laid bare
before God
AND
may Gods judgment
treat you
as you
have treated
so many others

in the edges of my mind float words I want to scream at you