Words are Magical Swords, a Poet Magician

words are magical swords, a poet magician
no tools, no help from demons of destruction

I take a blazing fire from my longtime burning heart
cursing you to burn in a hellish desert as treatment

I take pure water from my forgotten dried tears
to drown you in your own classic sly ways

I take the honest earth as my only witness
where I drag your fat head, you waste of space

I tell air to reverse your unfounded lies
rid me of all the weight on my shoulders

your body parts fully crushed into tiny pieces
your twisted mind's worthless existence ceases

in my fingers, you are little grains of dust
you human being who turned into a disgust

this is no frowned upon revenge scheme taken
this is only a mild reaction to your savage action

you are a distraction towards the right direction
no advice is taken, not an ounce of energy given

You are the pitied words everyone say
You are the garbage everyone throw away

I am alone in this world, I fight relentlessly back
with shear will, making you cower to your shack

I am a god of my own, the truth of all truths
I am this word’s magick of all magicians

I tell you a well kept secret under the earth's crust
the truth of mastery is hidden in your heart's trust

chain your demons in your own empty heart
don't let them run around, taser people apart

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This is poem is an original poem written by @poemsofasickmind