You stand a tower
Seething
With animosity
Pulsating carcinoma
As your
Wretched soul
Screams
For a love
It cannot have
For who can
Love you more
Than you
You seep
Pour
Ooze
Your dogma
While
Corvid crones
Cackle and squawk
Swallowing
The putrid dribble
Of your negativity
But in all
When all
Is said and done
No one cares
For your
Hatred
Jealousy
And bigotry
Only you
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