There goes the
terrible and
wicked ones.
Everything about
them is toxic.
Their words are
like needles and
pins piercing
the heart.
It is like
the deadly sharp
poisoned sword
of the assassin.
Like the betrayal
of a brother
so well loved.
It's like a
sour wine filled
with the venom
of the rattle snake.
It is worrisome
to be close
to them in
the dark for
they cannot be
fully trusted.
A danger and
a menace even
to the sucklings.
They don't care
who they trampled
on to climb
up the ladder.
Knowing them is
like the pain
of a broken rib.
Worse than a
man running from
the lion to
rest on a
tree and still
be biting by
a  snake.
Mere hearing of
their name makes
the heart sick.
The faint hearted
pukes as they
perceived their body
odour even from
a distance.
Terrible things happens
to the ones
who don't step
out of their way.
Terrorising the
territory and people
is their way
of life.
Afflicting pain on
others brings
joy to them.
Boiled and barbecued
roasted human flesh
is their delicacies.
Human blood is
their wine.
Misery got company
is their true
identity,
the name of
the demon is
their surname.
Danger is stamped
on their foreheads.
With fire in
their eyes,
they devour the
innocent.
Wickedness is
wrought and wrapped
up in them.
The universe has
rejected and spew
them out.
Even the hades
and hell will
not accept or
accommodate them.
They are the ******.
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