The Illaffected

I don't care about your impudent
Attempts to gain my respect...
I don't even care
Whether you live or die
To me you're nothing
Nothing but filth...
I can see that you're intimidated
You've got a reason to be
Afraid...And crumbling in the dirt
Beneath my feet...
Begging me to stop
The persevering punishment...
I disgust you I do not want
To be a part...
Of your game you are the true
Traitor...
I can see you aren't initiated
Your fake face will expose
That you are weak...
Your innate talent for irritation
Is driving me insane
The repeated ill-treat of you
Will give me the voluptuous feeling
That I crave...
In the end
You'll be the one to feel
That all you've ever done
Will come back to you in twice the treat...