Kevin Maroney - Infection

Big, hulking ugly thing,
does thou answer to my ring?
A bell that dares to sing,
what, did I start?

Multifarous, gross, hulking mass,
how could you be so crass?
Like blotched yellow bleeding grass,
do I seek to crave?

No, it's started, crying out,
There's no stopping it's deadly shout,
A destructive impulse on the loose,
there'll be no putting it to the noose.

Things monster started inside of me,
how could such a detested fact be?
It must not, such a dastardly tree,
be growing inside of me.

Through my study I hath fall,
For I have discovered, or so we will all...

Kevin Maroney

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