Diabolic

Buried down in a hole full of lies.
Consolation is a dead end prize.
Victim blaming sewn into your flesh.
Nothing but deranged anarchist.
Fuelled by rage built on deceiving.
No one is going to be forgiving.
You multiplied all this hate.
Ruptured what should’ve been a moment of fate.
Picking bones from jaded teeth.
Lips pursued ready to repeat.
Vitriol lines your every vein.
To you all others are to blame.
With a wicked temper and a ravaged mind.
Destruction is your favourite time.
Perfected clarity dipped in acid.
No way could you ever be described as placid.
Queen and King rolled into one.
Beneath the table you grip a gun.
As defeat is not in your deck.
Those who oppose will become a wreck.
Cast in iron to adorn your walls.
Trophies is what they’ve been called.