Vindict

Beg, steal or borrow…
Can you offer sorrow?
Doubt is strong and stench is rife.
Your feeling is you lack belief.
Sifting through the dirt of paradise.
A voice whispers that is requires sacrifice.
Scared and meek you ignore the words.
Turn your attention towards the birds.
They soar high and you wish you were among,
But lack the conviction to reach for them.

Bicker, argue and berate.
Your veins revealed are filled with hate.
But speaking truth sounds like lies.
And so you elect to burn the prize.
Removed all hope from these lands.
Transitioned a species to searching sands.
For light is blinding and you despise,
The way is flickers into your eyes.
And treachery is how you term hope it births.
So you married it to a violent curse.

Simple sick sadistic soul.
You stand here and siphon all.
Twisted toddler telling tales.
Fashioned from metal these punishing veils.

Beg, steal but no borrow.
The words you speak are just hollow.
Meant to trick and transgress,
Upon these walls you laid to rest.
Murdered deep, endless and strong.
The manner in which you speak is wrong.
Wrapped in evil and always striking cruel.
You think us all to be collective fools.
Yet through your bile we have glimpsed proof.
No longer from us will these lies be treated as truth.

Simple sick sadistic soul.
You stand here and siphon all.
Twisted toddler telling tales.
Fashioned from metal these punishing veils.