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Eris Incarnate

Poetry By: afatrat
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A poem I wrote at about three o'clock in the morning when I was extremely angry.


Submitted:Mar 20, 2011    Reads: 135    Comments: 10    Likes: 7   


Soul-sucker, party pooper, leech!

I hereby declare thee.

The wretched, lowly things you preach

Hark unto the lonely seagull's cry.

Begone, foul creature!

Back, to the abyss

From whence you came, so sure

That thy cold breath would take me.

Ne'er again to haunt me

With thine words of spider-silk.

Vessel of misery

I bow not to your will!

-afatrat





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