Dear Enemy,

You're condescending with every word
It makes you happy but what is it worth?
You're ranting is like a virus, eating my skin
It's a problem, I think it's a sin.

Like a friend to me
My dear enemy

You're pretending to be something you're not
You've collected a head full of rot
You're self righteous, the butt of the joke
And it's a secret....that everyone knows.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Aeguary, in the year 524 AF.