Lies

Lies are the worms that fill their mouths.
Spite is the air they breathe.
Envy is the blood that runs in their veins.
They exist solely to deceive.

They are frothing fury, these mindless drones.
They are wicked, one and all.
They believe that they can dominate,
But they are destined for a fall.

For I will take their loathsome worms
And force them down their throats.
I will bleed their envy dry,
And I will squeeze them 'till they choke.

With fewer monsters on the Earth,
The pure will know release.
So I will bury them in the dirt-
That I may rest in peace.