There was a time I considered a memorial in ink
I never expected him to reach thirty
Yet, here we are past forty
Nothing has changed
A mouth that spews only filth and hatred
Self-proclaimed bringer of destruction and literal horror
Leaving only devastation and despair in
The wake of pitiful existence
The world would not be a darker place
Without this creature's life
I rarely wish demise but
I will not shed a tear when the time comes
I once considered a memorial in ink
Now sacred space will never be defiled