Woe

The aura of misery thou carry within

Is a heinous offence of

Deadly sins.

By thy baneful exploits

Thou demolished my spirit.

None of thy efforts are those

Of good merit.

With a mask of morality

Thou obscure a vile face.

Thy wickedness ruins the beauty

Of each place.

A persona of purity that

None would assume.

And to all your toxicity

I was not immune.

-m.m.jan