Craven coward creeping
Into the body’s bits,
Full of fancy cell work,
A slaying sleight of hand.
You show up in shadows,
Gaunt and unwelcome guest.
You never have fought fair,
Guerilla guerre’s your style.
Hiding in the hollows
where no one notices
your masterly mischief,
wizard of waste and time.
God damn your gauche method,
Rancid, rapt, and measured.
What Hell hath spawned your ass?
Bastardly, broken bile
Flowing into flowers
Blighted but beautiful.
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