Wormwood - Poem by Dan Cummings
I know just what you came here for,
but you're not welcome here anymore.
You should leave before I settle the score -
I'm square ivory tusks exploding up through the floor,
with a fury matched only by my decor.
I'm stained with blood from the girls before,
avenged by me.
I think I'll opt for a slow reprise.
Fur Elise should match your demise.
The tempo is steady as is my knife.
I tie you down using only spite.
So now you see what I've become.
If you were me, I would run.
But I'm afraid you're too late
let me explain your fate.
I'll downcast sadness with no remorse.
For purgatory I'll plot the course.
The waves don't ever break on the lake of fire's shores -
Just wait, you'll see...
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