Surviving Ego

You want to be dancing on my grave for another month.
Remembering that once I stood but now I am laid out.
Having choked to death with my very last breath.
Does it make you feel powerful to have survived with your ego?

At zero and yet somehow still standing strong.
What I knew about you doesn’t change a thing.
You are vile from front to rear.
Pretty on the outside but rotten all the way through.
Cranking up a dial to execute dissenters.
Massive complex with a lash for a tongue.
Extolling agony as if it’s your career.
Spite capable of sending you to the stratosphere.
Carving a bloody swathe regardless of appeal.
Your point of view is everyone is worth sacrificing.
Upon an altar of searing flesh and tears.
You smile as you watch destruction of opposing ideals.
Violence in one hand and degradation in the other.
Turning brother on sister and sister on brother.
Dividing rather than bringing unity.
You may have sealed my fate but you can’t prevent equalisation.
No matter the tilt of life’s scales one day they’ll be balanced and that is when you will loss the lot!