The Dearly Hated

Malign

Do the mumbling of a maniac muse your maturity
Make you mutter under mocking breath
Move your mouth enough to manipulate your matchers
Mark me as mad and mourn me as mullock

Mother have mercy on the many monsters that mask their true mind
Murder is moaning in the milieu of mystery
Maybe moving to other muck may grant you measly money on another mentally ill madman
Or perhaps make your own mausoleum featuring only malevolent you

You'd look marvellous mewling in the malicious mold