An echoing poem from the abyss To Whom It May Concern: Slyly it slithers on your naked soul, baring its fangs maliciously,
The forked tongue hisses a shudder, stripping you of dignity! Subdued though the screams be, your realm shines precariously,
Vile your existence remains, dipped in folly and misery! Beheaded your conscience stumbles, clogging and gushing lithely,
Filth oozes out your pores, hitherto entwines your bigotry!