The Evil Muse

she's there with the ugly
spinning out hurtful words
subject matters into sore spots
in the hope that they will fester
cackling and delighting in human pain
she awaits her own
inevitable offspring
to unhappy the future with
give no new home to wicked matters,
simply defy them of thought
let those who court the evil muse
suffer their lust for better things alone
until they learn the meaning of good works

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