Tag: sort of?

So I made a sort of angry poem about the shit that went down in Charlottesville, and it’s kind of cringey but I’m kind of proud of it? I figure, what the hell, so I’m posting it. And anyway, I think it could very nicely be incorporated into a curse, it was in fact inspired by a sigil, but I don’t think they fit together.

“Your favorite game is killing us.

Your favorite toy is fire,

But now the hand that fed you

Is the one that feeds my ire.

The torches that you wielded 

Had your wrath in show of flames.

Now I control the power,

And I control the pain.

Trapped in all your hatred,

You may never learn,

But men who play with matches

Are the men who always burn.

So burn in all your evil.

Burn with all your kin.

And may the saluting hand

Never light a torch again.”