The self righteous
Filleted on a table
The cold steel
Gripping fear
All your life
Full of resentment
Over petty differences
With a heart full of hate
You cannot kill
What you did not create
Riddled with disease
Some say sad
I call it karma
A separated family
Resentment
No fun
At the receiving end
You deserve
What you got
A grieving family
Watching you rot