a simple sibilant sound slips
from between my lazy lips

oh the misery of your life
is merely
the breath of my lungs
formed into words

my tongue
fire of my mind
rudder of my soul
revealing the foundations of wickedness
rooted at the core

tear it out
tear it out before
i say much more
than i already have

my voice sounds better when it is not voiced at all

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