The Wallflower of a Misanthrope

Rain drops as it muttered,

crashing the Earth’s nudity which got me bothered.

Annoyance is a noise of a demon’s shriek,

Stop me, or else I’ll slay the weak.

 

The holocaust prevails again,

lunatics or even man-made beasts.

Animosity is my name,

engraved on your mistress’ lips.

 

Let’s gather around,

and take a sip from my matriarchy.

Ascendancy triggered desperation,

unity will be the figment of your imagination.

 

Blood drops, does it even matter?

oblivious, yet ironically ambitious.

Avariciousness on a daily basis,

and death will be our goodbye kisses.

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