Perditrix Mundorum

I take and I take and I take
and when I'm fake those who know, ache
from the hate that's normally mistak-
en for something fake or
half baked and in stakes
too high, i'll feel like i'm the one to die but,
no. The one to die is us
and though we combust
we must
realign and center.
I'll re-enter a place of
passivity when you tell me
you're eliminating
me and you give me the
"believe you-me when i'm
saying we are ending," plea.
I will never end.
I'll bend and mend the world
till it's spent and when I blend them, my
pretend world will then send a message
of passiveness when I send the current stem
of reality to its detrimental end.
You'll call me a dick; swing like a pendulum.
I am the perditrix mundorum,
please tell everyone.