Crocodile tears flawlessly executed
Eternal masquerade
Sinful nature under philanthropic guise
How long until it cracks?
Evil intentions springing in the heart
Reason! those fool philosophes ranted
But paranoia strikes, a single poisonous thorn
Enough to tarnish the most beautiful rose
Inescapable truth we must adhere to
So it was but Fate’s supreme resolve to
Deem I as our generation’s thorn
To nurture bloodshed, mayhem, doubt
To extend mankind’s insatiable desires
Natural processes intervene as always
Cementing reveries of solace and hopeless hope
Shattering like a fist through a window pane
Kindred spirits flood cathedrals under the auspices
Of sublime glass figures circumvented with light
Declared Holy by human hands
Confessions-- no words shall facilitate forgiveness
If they did, what will supply me vengeance, fueling
My otherwise robotic actions, my intricate schemes
Unfolding like chapters prewritten in golden script
I never received a crystal ball or talking mirror
Like those pompous witches, but I adapt
For omnipotent entities must rival expectations