Villain

all the evil that you’ve committed
all the unpleasantness you’ve vomited onto others
all of the wrong that you’ve dealt out
like cards at a casino
shall be handed back to you tenfold

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force fed to you by the spoonful

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when you reach the threshold of what you THINK you can tolerate
the misery will double
like cancer cells
eating all the joy and
sucking all the light

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you will scream and kick
and claw and bite and punch
and curse
but no one will hear

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worse
they will hear and ignore

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remember
all that you’ve endured
was owed

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passerby will point, aghast
“This is truly God’s Lonely Man.”
 

WR Johnson is a devoted father who likes to paint.