You have such a sour look on your face
You’re a terrorist, a snake
The spittle burns with an unpleasant disdain
You fool you must know you have no brain
It makes me laugh whenever you quiver
I know deep down you are no killer
Your exterior is something only hate could love
I look down at you, pondering from above
The way existence could have turned so wicked
Opposite from life, your cruelty is fitted
Manicured to a perfection that is far from sweet
Negativity and sorrow with a smirk you greet
My enemy, a name that suits you well
I would hold you down, if ever you fell
Knights and kings have said it before,
“For someone so useless, there is one thing for”
A furnace of heat builds inside my chest
Unknown to you, against my heart it’s pressed
Such a magnificent power is created there
That even the devil would care to prepare
At my boiling point, you crawl to greet me
Shrunken and shriveled at the base of a tree
Bubbling over, you drown in my strength
And now for your fire I must give thanks.