Something different coming from me today as I purged out the demonic human beings I have known in the past with minds so twisted and hearts cold and dead, the words flowed like a river from my mouth to this page like I saw each one and cursed there demonic existence! In a lifetime I have known 3 not one more worse then the other but all psychopathic on some level. Hold onto your seat and enjoy π
There names a curse
Hex
She witnesses them as they are casted into the inferno π₯
Praying they be painfully scorched
There agony like music to her ears
The years wasted on the unworthy
Pyscopaths
Her once crippling sympathy
To pity them and engage in time with them
Left behind taunting images
Of diseased ridden
So cold beings
She takes a deep breath
And purges the bastards once known to her
There blackened souls
Praying for redemption
Smelling of burnt flesh
Decaying in a unmarked grave
From years of hearts so frigid and minds so twisted
Grotesque are they
Purgatory would not suffice
She must be blinded for a moment
Eyes burn
Happily as she witnesses
A glimpse of there demise
While they dance with lucifer himself
Never to be forgiven
Sentenced to hell and death
She rubs her eyes
Blinks
Looks at them and grins
You poor bastards
She bites her lip
Chuckles just a bit
Karma π
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