I mail to you a piece of paper,
So twisted so deliciously obscene.
My cruel and wicked hate letter,
The very worst any soul has seen.
Your eyes will read in disbelief,
The abject cruelty of my foulest text,
Merely the first of many many many,
For I seek to devour your anger vexed.
Pure malice and evil I scribe each day,
The word compassion I spitefully lock away.
For my hated name is simply Lucifer,
And I relish and revel in ruining your day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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