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Venom

Lefcothea-Maria Golgaki

The waves of pain would cease
If you condoned
The venom would wear off
If you allowed it

It would be selfish to begrudge my wings on a summer day
Just because you are left wanting for a vague sense of belonging
This fake air of lethargy about you
I shudder to think what will supervene

Such poison, such cynicism
No sincerity behind the remarks you utter
Acting like a Narcissist with that inflated sense of self-worth
Another part of the intricate mosaic you have created

To hate – for you malice is the optimal solution
And that massive sculpture of the snarling beast of ire,
The same one that has been towering over your courtyard for years
Now, it is past its prime

The odium which is meant to fall on the innocent
Like a molten sea of lava, it approaches
Be that as it may; my suspicions are now vindicated
For, in the end, it will kill your honor; it will burn you up

Apprehensive then you will be before the dusk takes over
This is my curse
I will mutter it quietly
Before the end

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