Poem for Mine Enemy

Your hatred implodes.

Who is left malevolent and inauspicious, veiled with portent, menace, and shrouds of peril?

No clemency for your fury, nor chastisement for your wretched mediocrity.

The only soul experiencing your anguish is you.

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