Hopworth

This is not a poem for you.

You aren't a man who'd want one.

You aren't a man who deserves one, but I don't care what you Want.

I don't care what you deserve.

A crude "philosopher" of marrow and gore

Thinks nothing of the small text a weak fuck produces

A man who only reads for himself to become the him he wants would never care what others want

You disgust me

And I am better than you

I will remake this world anew

Not one of blood and flesh

But of Mind and of Love

Something that's never taken root in you

And I will stoop so low that I reach your grandiose height

For I am a man of Pride and You are a man of Wrath

Our sin will be intoxicating

One by one I will rip you apart and consume every bit of you until we see eye to eye to eye to eye

And I see the pitiful man you would have been fated to be

And you see my glorious new form

And we see what our blood together has formed

And I promise you it is beautiful

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