That repugnant little worm,
So jealous of all the others,
So spiteful with his need to hurt,
That revolting little weasel,
Smiling as he stabs me in the back,
Fooling them all with his pretty face,
That sickening little creep,
Burning me with his ocean coloured eyes,
Scarring my soul with his innocence,
His screeching laugh that grates,
Like nails on a chalk board,
That repulsive little toad,
No soul could ever live inside that,
No soul would ever want to,
Devoid of any emotion,
Devoid of everything,
DEAD!
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