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.
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