Impotent king beneath our feet. You can rule down where you belong. In dirt compacted, buried deep, you dwell with those you wronged. . Down there you can whisper, yell, even blare your odious lies.
A systematically applied veil to heedless eyes. Focus deflected, ignore. This is not our war. Bury the abject shame in the same bile as our ideals. The potent lubricant to deceits grinding wheels.
The most eloquent confession, your silence. The most admitting trait, your turning away. Avert your eyes and hush your struggling thoughts. Detachment assumed as life mutates into decay.
Skyline draped in shimmering red. Irradiant and treacherous. Neon prophecies hail the end, the capital of piety. . Totalitarianopolis, city of dread. The glorious streets of dystopia continuously running red.
Dismantling the clockwork that makes me the cynic. Pallet, wheel and click. The properties of my indifference. Reverse-engineering what makes it tick.
Cry if you need to, disguise, evade, hide. Run 'til you hit water, then swim. Murder in your wake, plan, commit, exact. You have earned our rage, now fly.
To you a beast you think you comprehend. Not necessarily made all evil. In the reflective pool of your eyes. I see fear and intrigue co-mingle. . You hesitate to deem me all bad.