My mind consumed by hate of my enemy,
Blackmail and gluttony his keeper,
Every fragment of my exterior self being crushed by his malice,
He cleanses himself in a swamp of his own self satisfaction,
Yet his actions are of a mere oaf,
Childish, uncaring and almost pityful,
His existance so pathetic to everyone except him,
Foolishly he thinks he has control of me,
It is the complete opposite,
As soon I will have him by the throat,
My hand his nooce,
My wrath his chamber,
His neck my porcelan,
As he begs for mercy, truely pityful now,
I ignore his pleading and patronising bribes,
His taker has risen,
But there is no victory in brutality,
Only the word's of a foolish martyr,
Erect the cross,
Strike him down...... and let him linger,
Crucifixtion, his only solution.