Worthless and still gestures, masquerading
As prodigiously significant acts,
Belie a tale woven of victimhood;
Drown pity with wicked indignation.
Pleas to keep what, by nature's hand, would have
Been consumed without remorse, fade into
Guttural moans of empty gluttony;
Suffocate on the weight of their burden.
Burying their heads in the heaping mound
That is the refuse of their minds, the last
Malefactors seek to evade judgment
By pushing away its sword with deceit.
In sin, love by their hand is a cypher for spite;
An embodied myth to blind themselves from themselves
Lest, to themselves, their reflection's wholly revealed.