Their petty criticisms will not move me;
Their biased assessments will not disturb me;
Their hypocritical rhetoric will not cause
me to lose sleep;
Their mockeries will not stop me;
Their bullshit theories I will wholly reject;
The fear in their eyes on the advent
of their timely demise, I will laugh at;
The memory of them will be short lived
in the purgatory of insignificance;
The story of their names will be cutoff in mid-sentence;
They will be forever bound in the hell of irrelevance;
The children will not whisper their names in reverence;
Their fame will fade, and their lives will
be burned in the flames of obscurity;
Their lofty titles will be wiped out,
and their names will be the subject of mockery;
They will be reviled even unto the third and fourth generations;
They will leave no legacy behind;
The pain that they inflicted will not be forgiven;
The stories of their treachery will live on
and never die;
There will be no tenderness given
The poetry of their victims will have no
refrains of love written about them;
They will fade away like ashes in the wind.
