The Bitter Taste of Death

This is a hell

called earth 


The prologue

for those who desire

to die


For the stubborn,

arrogant and

hardened of heart

The blackness awaits


Like coffee without 

cream they will drink

the bitter liquid


Their waste of existence 

spent on making the world 

an intolerable landscape


Entraps them like flies in the 

web of their own lies





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