The only power you have is flight.
To flee from the blight you caused.
The anguish you inflicted,
From a demented mind glorified...
Honors you with no praise.
You can not raise you head up.
Not with the winds of disgust confronting you.
You slandered with character assassinations.
And yet those still can still walk with pride...
You can not pass a note without being despised!
And that high horse you chose to ride passed,
With a turned up nose and your high ass...
Can not gallop away fast enough.
The wings you falsely sprouted...
Have been clipped!
And everything and everyone who lifted you,
Have been dismissed as insignificant...
From this process called human!
They knew you and they too,
Reek from the stench of that magnificent cesspool...
Your leacherous ways attempted to hide and fool!
And you are just but one,
Of the many who still choose to slither.
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