A volatile disease,

Makes me scream;

Traveling toward my brain through my spleen.

Its nature chaotic,

Severely toxic.

Taking control and making me ill.

Their existence is nil.

Their blood I will spill,

They are a dis-ease of which I shall kill.

Indeed they are snakes,

who desecrate my space.

Turning my life into turmoil; so I cant meditate.

They are worms,

foul enemies with grand allure.

Nonchalant in their doings,

They are a disease,

I will purge.

They infect me with chaos to bring forth a disease.

Yet as a king on my throne,

I do not condone,

these creatures who crawl,

their way into my soul.

To defend my existence means end their influence.

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I wrote this poem because life is hard and sometimes peoples bad action can bring out a demon in your soul.

In these times it is best to express your hatred in a positive way.

Thank you for your attention

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