You made evil your religion,
and sarcasm your veil.
Hatred was the shrine that you prayed to,
And jealousy was your gown.
To procrastinate in others lives
Was your regimen from which no living soul could bring you down;
Building your stature of others misfortunes.
With your eccentric pestilence
Festering all your surroundings.
You – the daughter of failure who was
Crowned by your mothers insecure towers
Aim not at the mind, but at the heart from which
All can be gained and destroyed!
Paula Rodriguez ©