Anti-Everthing

All I hear is anti-everything! Still unhealed from the wounds of my antagonist though. All these knots in my stomach still can’t be untangled. I remember, she said that she’s in love with Phil the Philanthropist. Now all properly positioned arrows that I have ever shot are so well angled, That they're directly piercing through the hearts of every 'antichrist without any antlers'. All I see is anti-everything! Still unknown by the world like a new antivirus or antitoxin, A certain state of mind that dwells within the antisocial and anti-racist. Similar to a poison that has no antiserum or anti-venom. Its an antitypical practice of anti-magic creating an antithesis, Of this RNA molecule undergoing transcription making antisense. No different from using antiprotons and anti-neutrons to make antimatter. Excuse my anticlimactic understanding of how anti-science is the key to antigravity. All I know is anti-everything! No antibiotics or antidepressants could ever help me now. I’ve turned into an antigenic anti-hero, who lives an anti-life that ‘anti-matters’ to anyone. Each antipsychotic I take hits the mind harder than a anti-aircraft. Now I’m stuck in a conversation with anti-intellectual making this annoying anti-noise, “Ingeniously”, speaking upon all the anti-choices made by the anti-abortionists. Evaluating how our criminal antics are the product of our anti-apartheid era. All that’s left is anti-everything! There is no antidote only broken bones and exposed atriums. Why do we keep making these anti-tanks, brought in by anti-traders for the anti-terrorists? We’re just creating an anti-war and destroying anticivilizations that sing anti-anthems. Without the people, whose goanna make these antiperspirants for the anti-feminist. These wheels and turbines of the world are stuck in an anti-lock. We are the substance which is added in petrol to inhibit pre-ignition like an anti-knock.