Was it not enough for your poisonous,
slander to murder me ever so slowly.
The venom of your tongue numbed me till the final breath I took.
As you snarled at me with those
charcoal black omen eyes,
every energized cell within my being collapsed in shock.
How could you finish me off,
lounging, basking in the glow of my defeat.
Was it not enough for your poisonous
existence to lead to my demise,
slammed into each and every grain of dirt,
becoming nothing but the very ground you dare to walk upon.
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