Indiscriminate cacodemon; lesions with evil agenda
Patron saint of spite; malodorous mutations
Seven years of your malevolence weighs heavy, though breaks me not
Despite thy blighting an eighth of mine two score and fourteen summers.
Odious demigod, taunting from behind barrier incurable
You may win the war, though not every battle initiated
Mine betrothed, lion-hearted in spirit, won’t acquiesce without fight
Resistance a solitary option against rancid foes of thy ilk.
With posterior parked on mine broods existential chaise longue
Courtesy of widespread skeletal infiltration, smugly gloats from position terminal
Though indestructible like the scarlet captain
Thine agenda of carnage polar opposite to agent red.
Mutant cells, devoid of redeeming features
Will thy ever tire of the misery you bestow?
What manifests such vindictiveness?
Alma mater bullying and role model rancid, I’d conject.
Spiteful canker, bereft of positive existential worth
Bar perhaps fellows in tall black hats and stockholder pharmaceutical
Your seven winter presence may be draining emotionally
Consequential brood resilience , though, has been nurtured from thy festering agenda.