Enmity

Weedeefee do people think they are? Holed up in there own miseries, throwing up at there own pile of luck. Kicking it in the face, and then thinking that everything will go on well. The looks they give others, as if they are the lords of the world, dripping in polish and sarcasm, pushing there noses high in the air. Looking about themselves in vain. These puny dumped up creatures go around thinking for there own good but wallowing in there own sorrows and despair. Thinking and dreaming of what they let go.

As you, creature from hell, start your damned life in a new phase, turn the page and start afresh in a blackened book, I wish you all the luck and hope that the person gets what is bargained for in an unfaithful and bewitching organism like you. Let your flesh be fed upon by this vile animal whose cravings will never be satiated. Sink those blunt claws into the prize won from trickery, mischief and deviousness. But beware of the wrath you will one day face from the people you once thieved upon. Go crawl into your dark and foul den with that unlucky vixen doomed to failure in treating you as an angel.