Ode To A Troll

Not a second glance do you bestow on me as I hurry by, unassuming, heading for my lair.


Wrapped in darkness, encumbered by hate I sit fingers tapping oh so busily tapping, on keyboard spewing hate. I care not for you, my pleasure is your pain. Hatred like a stench fills the air, I am a troll ensconced in his lair.


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Published on February 22, 2014 00:12
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