There are those who procrastinate
To build up their flow of hate,
I feel their negativity vibrate
Throughout their being and their state,
I watch mindfully as they migrate
While trying all the time to create,
A vexation just like a hex of late
That destroys and then annihilates,
Any form of positive discussion or debate
So that their toxic words are all that they orate,
We must face it and rail against it and not placate
Before they succeed and suffocate,
And leave nothing but misery in their footsteps and their wake.
fauxcroft 
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