Spit Fire


Drink my poison if you dare–

I’ll carry you to a kind of hell

Your understanding, non-existent

Conform or die


Where I am, abyss

You’ll never make it; you’re too weak,

Shake you like dust from my feet.

Your misinformed judgments

Fall like hammer strikes to my face.


I live in four dimensions,

Yet see you only two.

Let me welcome you

To my own pot of boiling oil

Where I sit, self demise.


Enter my home

I shut all doors; I close all windows;

I board up all openings.

No one will see inside.

It’s swarming with hellfire,

Potent, dangerous

And here, only I can survive

How long can you hold your breath in a sea of my fire?


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