I mail to you a piece of paper,
So twisted so deliciously obscene.
My cruel and wicked hate letter,
The very worst anyone has seen.
Your eyes will read in disbelief,
The abject cruelty of my foulest text.
It is the first of many many many,
For I seek to absorb your anger vexed.
Much malice and evil I write each day.
The word compassion I spitefully lock away,
For my name is Lucifer,
And I relish and revel in ruining your day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can recognise another sociopath.
Shoo! Shoo! Fly away quickly.