Fear Is The Root Of Your Evil


Profanity like spitting up foul bits of phlegm 

The evidence of sickness deep within you

Smoldering as a dying ember might

A slow burn in the dry rushes of flattery

Awaiting only an errant wind

From the right weightless word 

To send it up ward in a hail of spark

Heated anger to the boiling point

Red-hot epithets burning holes in the sky

Inferno sucking the breathable air from around you

Until all those who love you are pushed away by the assault

As you abandon yourself to feeding the pire





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