Poem 283








all that I’ve ever loved
I’ve learned to hate.
am I beyond His saving?
maybe I am, indeed.
perhaps it is too late.

I no longer care at all
what people think.
I spit vulgarities
non-stop..
I smoke. I drink.
I push my maidens
and my muses
purposefully
to the very
brink..
and I don’t even
bat an eye at all
while doing so!
I barely even blink..

yes, I am The Devil!
yes, I am evil!
yes, I am wicked!
yes.. however bad
that you imagine
that I am..
is likely
barely even close.
in fact..
I may just be
about like
tenfold
fucking worse.

I am so terrible
that your pathetic
little mind
can’t even fully
comprehend.
And I can’t wait
to go to hell for it.
I yearn for it
so fucking badly..
but I am sure
that you would
hardly understand.

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