'' At Last '' Poem by Bri Mar

Conscience and guilt are intertwined,
Not soundly built to hurt they're designed,
They'll trap you like silt as you're undermined,
The net is closing in fast.

You may fool one if you're lucky two,
While you're having fun with the evil you do,
When all's said and done most know it's you,
No, they'll not be aghast.

Untruths and contempt are your favourite disguise,
Your every attempt highlights your lies,
I would never pre-empt but most do surmise,
You don't like being harassed.

We understand fully you're desire to be bad,
Though it's unruly it's also quite sad,
To become a bully you have to be mad,
As the villain you hate to be cast.

With dogged persistence you make others scream,
When they show resistance you change the theme,
Your anonymous existence is all but a dream,
But you've tied your flag to that mast.

It will tear you apart when you are unveiled.
A stab in the heart your life then derailed,
A demented upstart whose sick campaign failed,
Your evil will not be surpassed.

Anonymity my friend does not exist,
Into hell you'll descend if you refuse to desist,
Your evil will end when you we resist,
It's time you were part of our past.

You cannot discard what's inside your head,
Life becomes hard when you feel the dread,
Left feeling scarred you'll wish you were dead,
Your malevolence will be over,

‘' At Last ‘'