They spit their words like venom,
A mixture of bile
and bitterness.
Each syllable fortified
with distain,
Handfuls of cold
stained discourse.
Discourse, a
clanging of sharp chimes,
Sharp tongues with
rhetoric for walls.
Along with a
steadying thud of hatred,
Stacking their
curses high as mountains.
Ramparts built from
poison sound bites,
With every poison
word a stone is laid.
Built with their own
constructed enmity,
Laid one by one in
logical cold dread.
Hatred can be weighed
more than dread,
No siege engine
breaks what hatred builds.
For every one that
builds the prison walls,
There are those
trying to tear the walls down.
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