⛧ First Church of Hypocrisy, Blasphemy, and Self-Righteousness ⛧

The person this poem is aimed at will likely never see it. It is not aimed at anyone currently in my life in any way, even though they are still alive. You may guess who it is all you like, but whoever you guess, you're probably wrong.

“Venom”
By = Alexander Antonin

Oh you're so hurt, poor little babe,
In so much turmoil, emotional pain!
You weep in pain and scream in rage,
Or so says the FUCKING phage!

You came in uninvited, a fucking mistake,
One that somebody should have fucking ERASED!
You ruined our lives, you soulless damned maggot,
Then had the audacity to call me a faggot!

Our home was once so peaceful and calm,
And then you, fucking filth, came on along!
So innocent-looking, you came into our life,
And began, shortly after, to fill it with strife!

Before you came, my life wasn't great,
All day long I received abuse and hate.
But then I'd go home to be safe and at peace,
At least until you showed up, you worthless beast!

Every day was a war, bombs falling left and right,
And once you came along, no sanctuary in sight!
I fought you, I did, since no one else would,
And now I wish I'd got you good!

We locked horns and battled for years,
Then when it looked like I'd win, you broke out in tears;
Played the victim, and I got the boot,
Gods how I wish I'd stabbed your damned foot!

You kept playing it up, fucking liar from Hell,
Got out the razors, did “emo” so well!
Blamed me for everything, when I'd only fought to survive,
Gods how I wish you were no longer alive!

You went 'cross the street, not down the lane,
Here, let me help you try it again!
Your lame-ass suicide attempt was faker than fake,
I hope you go drown in a fucking lake!

Now you have the balls to say you hate me?
The feeling it mutual, I fucking assure thee.
Manipulative, worthless, puddle of radioactive slime,
I wouldn't save your life even to save mine!

You're a waste of resources, and - let me be crass,
You're a festering sore on humanity's ass!
I don't care how wonderful others say you've been,
If you were on fire, I'd add gasoline!

I wish the venom for you that I feel
Could be a physical thing so fucking real,
So I could spit it in your eyes and watch them boil,
To thank you for a life of rage and turmoil!

So fuck you very much, you tower of ire,
I hope you die screaming in a horrible fire!
It's too bad Hell's on earth, you festering puddle of spew,
Because burning for eternity would be TOO GOOD FOR YOU!

This NaBloWriMo thing is being kind of annoying. It's hard thinking of stuff to post about all the time, in four different LJs. Though, hmm...

I found a "Zine" at the library today called Steampunk Magazine. I checked out three issues. I like it a lot, I might submit a story to them. Though I don't know whether to submit "Channeling Icarus" or "The Tea Party" first. "Channeling Icarus" is fantasy on another planet in a nation whose technology level is similar to the Victorian/steam power era, except with magic. The main character, Lord Reuben, is studying a Demon when a pair of creatures called Harún show up to interfere. And "The Tea Party" introduces the character Lord Lichter, a very eccentric genius inventor. It takes place on an alternate Earth in the early 1900's; that planet's history was essentially 99.5% identical to our own history, at least until Lord Lichter started inventing stuff, because he invents all kinds of things that are not only ahead of his time, but ahead of our time, too. In the first (and so far, only) story, "The Tea Party," he has invented a time machine among other things.

Which do you think I should submit?

If this ends up being posted after midnight, it counts for both today and yesterday, because I started this post at 11:40.