Conversion

You want an era for your treachery.
Stitching signals that you don’t need.
While writhing in places you believe to be false.
This is where all your gods begin to revolt.
Taking shots at the crown you bestowed on yourself.
Preparing for wars against victims of the dead.
Counting crows that never sit still.
Marking off martyrs as if they were yours to kill.

For too long you’ve judged.
So now you must watch.
Torture’s a bitch.
And you are here to observe it.
Sadist on your cross.

Daring to speak when all words are ill.
Only thrill you seek is one involving a pill.
Demons are paupers in your cruel eyes.
To admit plans is to lay down and die.
For all of these speeches recite nothing but verse.
Repeat them too often will bestow a curse.
What a state to find oneself in alone.
You’re playing a game to retain your throne.

For too long you’ve judged.
So now you must watch.
Torture’s a bitch.
And you are here to observe it.
Sadist on your cross.

Where is the verb?
You dangled this lie.
Dividing with no conquer.
You search like you’re blind.
It’s as if you have no course.
Fumbling about.
What is this tactic?
It has one without a doubt.
For you were never this stupid.
Except when it suited.
So this must be a ploy.
Con you zealously deploy.
Playing all sides.
Perhaps to get a rise.
Anger and annoy.
Trick us into forcing our hands.
Show our cards when it suits you most.
While staggering around like a drunken clown.

But then it hits me,
Square in the jaw.
This is not some ritual.
A way for you to elevate yourself anymore.
You really are broken.
A toy with no function.
Something is different.
And it’s clearer than your twisted devotion.
See it in your eyes.
You’ve shifted in some way.
Can’t work out what is the cause until I see your body drift when light shies away.
It seems your past has caught up.
Hung you out to dry.
The great current catastrophe now a shell with sunken eyes.
What a turn of events that I did not foresee.
No need to embark on vengeance.
For it came knocking on your door without any prompting apparently.

For too long you judged.
So it made you watch.
Torture’s a cruel mistress.
You live with it every wretched day.
It’s made you a masochist in your once commanding body.