Evil Poem by Christine P

They think they know for whom the bell tolls,
with their blood red eyes, and unjust lust. Debating my guilt, with fucked up fairytales,
as endless lies, unfold and fail.
Eyes wide open I've always seen,
only wolves, not the sheep, they pretend to be.
Cowards and fools with sleepless nights,
I refuse to lie down, I will stand up and fight.
For I've always known, for whom the bell tolls. Now everyone knows your ugly truth....and finally
stillness, silence, from you silly little trolls.