Category : Poems

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Careful while you're building that bandwagon of guilt-stricken wood, a splinter might pierce your scaly skin like a lightning bolt might fry the cold soul you own, you fair weather friend. Your cowardly attempt to slither a “Sssssorry” from your mouth filled with a split tongue is a pathetic show. Please, hop onto the bed you've made for yourself and dance to the beat of a pity party you've thrown with snakes just as spineless. 
Soak each other in your venom and while I grin at Karma's permission granted by Fate to slash your tires, jump on your imitation linen with shoes you’d never dare put on your own feet covered in the mud scraped straight from your pathetic bones, and paralyze the spineless soul you boast.
Might I remind you that crocodiles swim in their own flood of fake tears underneath the bridge leading to the Kingdom of the Devil; the same gates your bandwagon will proudly barge into.
Congratulations old friend, and new enemy, Karma is proud to have steered you in the direction that you have begged for. Your journey is coming to an end you don’t realize is a nightmare of a new beginning with an X marking your eternal spot at the feet of Satan, while you beg and grovel at his throne. You have made it. “Welcome,” the demons say with evil in their eyes, an evil you wish you knew how to survive. “We have been waiting for you.”