Last FatalityA Poem by J.Sin2017.11.05Good morning love, My hate for you is sacrosanct, Atemporal, And Pure. You are the unraveled crooner Of arrogance and megalomania. Your words, Nothing but a mouthful of prejudice And conceit. Yours is a face destitute, Desperate And Begging, To be
slapped. When did you ripen into such an Exhausted endorsement for Abhorrence and dementia? When did your light diminish Into the lackluster nothingness Of this authoritarian society? I dare say it is about time to list you as the Last fatality Of this fool’s Paradise. © 2017 J.Sin |
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Added on November 5, 2017 Last Updated on November 5, 2017 Tags: poetry, love, hate, hope, depression, hopelessness AuthorJ.SinBanská Bystrica, SlovakiaAboutCanadian living and working in Slovakia. World traveller, musician, writer, and teacher. Former music/film reviewer for "Cassette Culture" online magazine. 5 self-published poetry/short story books in.. more..Writing
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