She-Devil Lies
If only words could really comprehend
the anger in which I intend
You are a venomous vindictive little vulture,
You’ve such a negligence distinctive in your culture.
A twisted sickness in your narrow-minded point of view,
Satanicly inflicted are the things in which you do.
You try to justify the way you lie proclaiming reason,
But just to clarify to falsify is known as treason.
You’re so naive to all that you perceive, you’re ignorant,
You don’t believe what you conceive due to belligerence.
It’s humorous the numerous things you believe are so,
Yet you’re exuberantly dubious in things I know.
Repudiation when I bring your errors to attention,
Accumulation of deceit; the devil’s own invention.
