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.