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Shouting Death; Dead Dove. | Jekyll&Hyde

genre: Poetry

Agony — not misery.

for shame those who name thyselves good enough for the presents of me.

For they’ve earned nothing but the taste of death — oh sweet death!

death never fails to distract me from the explosive chemicals.

with lightened matches, the chemicals would explode in less than a millisecond!

I reckon you think, before crossing paths with Edward Hyde.

Henry Jekyll.

Dearest Henry Jekyll.

How fragile how harmless.

falling into the deep depths of hell,

with his great mind and will to play god.

with pride, he tramples the little girl.

with pride, he beats the old man to a pulp.

with pride, he calls themself Edward Hyde.

sickening! inhumane! disgusting!

sweet! gentle! caring!

you’d find none of these scandals

will damage his reputation as a gentleman.

pity those who died with guilt.

pity those who died with respect.

the guilt only bloody comes back,

once they’ve seen the monster!

pity thy twat whom ought’ to challenge

Edward Hyde!

the experiment was a fail.

i’ve yet fell ill after sipping on chemicals.

i’ve yet went through emotional changes.

Is he a villain? Is he a villain?

shall I cuss the name Edward Hyde?

does he even exist?

thus, he shall consider himself a murderer!

off with the mouths who twattle of wrong-doings! off! off! off!

Edward Hyde deserves no recognition!

it was all Doctor Jekyll!

Jekyll! Jekyll! Jekyll!

not agony — not misery.

more of fate, destiny was never an option.

Curse the name Henry Jekyll.

Remember the name Edward Hyde.

with the stab of a shard,

he was a goner.

Trust nobody,

you’ll never know what they may hyde;

or whom they may honor.