A compassionate state, where the hellish gyrate…

A compassionate state, where the hellish gyrate…

Not sure what I can say to you.

There has only been one monster in my life I have met that was worse than you.

On departure from your horror I sit alone in darkness yet somehow free.

For it seems once again karma has redeemed me. Princess syndrome, brute narcissist born with a silver spoon shoved up your arse…

Your hatred huge your love? Sparse..

Under a compassionate state where the hellish gyrate in their infinite madness

I throw logs to your fire and worms to your plate…

Chris Canham 

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