Malevolent
Adore, should I? Presence truly scorches Rotten flesh, thy desire Fathom, I just can't Rubbish in form, can't hide. Upright, you wish? Whispers dismay the heart Believe, such disgrace Devoid of kindness Indeed, mere emptiness. Bestowed deceit Sharp as the dragon's tail Simply wicked, I say Leading unjust Pure disgust.
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