Tuesday, January 5, 2010

For the Critics...

Judgmental juggernaut showering venom on anything that will burn
Ripping through inspirations, creative ingenuity, un-fractured minds
Comprehension of such reaching incomprehensible lows
Yet mustering filth ridden bile from a half lived heart
Forming sounds hell bent on a combustible impact
For not a more honorable destination than reveling upon stained tears
A swelling, churning, putrid life reaching for others to burn
With not a truly pure incidental neuron found
Within these minds raped of art and revel as a puppet
Self destructive blood second sights a pain
Extroverted in weakness
Touted as power
Truly hated by its own cannibalistic breed
…and the rest of us.

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