Hatred at its Finest
She was pure poison
Striking at what she wanted most
and pushing away those
who got in the way.
She wanted something odd,
maybe to make herself seem more full:
She wanted something that meant everything to her opponents
but nothing to her-
their dignity.
She would never stop
She had no mercy on any level
She was like a demon; in fact the devil
But compared to her, the devil has heart.
But you see, she had
a great strategy to hide her hate
Her venomous words spewing out;
\She was an expert at her own spell.
I knew her game,
for every one of her prey did.
But the more she played with me,
the better I got.
So I challenged her demonic game,
running around her like a carousel,
wrapping her in her own lies and schemes
and unwrapping what she so gracefully choked.
But her deceitfulness was always winning
no matter how tight I wrapped her.
I had no choice
but to let her win.
She had won
and I had lost.
But what was ther for her to win?
More hatred, at its finest.