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I hate them, who killed me.
Yet I live and become my own killer now in their image.
Now , it is within my power
And I am afraid,
Lost without restraints
Yet certain are needed
For the rage unhurled would destroy what I am building,
Shatter the mirror for good
Reveal the darkest evils:
Wraith and scurl, clawed ones and gnashers,
Growlers and hissers, pounders and stick wielders,
Mouths gaping screechers to shatter nerves and glass,
Hair- tearer s in the wild lament raving,
The suckers of life’s blood, greedy wanting, lusting.
These may hurt none but themselves, perhaps,
But for one, the mouth, the speech monger of critique,
Horrific, non-stopping shouter of cynic phrase and vile hurt
Who sees no cheer, plunge with a look to depths of desparia,
She hates with vengeance and thirsts power uncontrolled
Devouring all in her path, dismissing them like insects.
Yes, I hate them, who killed me
And so I became this other.
The massive darkness that creeps upon the landscape is my doing.
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