Since you so love to criticize my every word, here's one I wrote for an old friend who tried to kill me. Fitting, I think.
"Sacrosanct"
"What are we but living shadows, mere reflections fire-paved,
Of light once found and love now lost, carnal debts we left unpaid
Who are we but simple men, silhouettes who flee the night,
With spirit held in shaking hands, our faith yet shining bright
Where are we my dearest friend, lost in a haze of your creation,
Where were you when needed most, gave in to the mere temptation
of fleeing in that dreaded night, the dagger unsheathed to answer my plight
What a whimsical thought, that a man like you could ever have carried,
But a shadow of doubt, your betrayal left you dead and buried
What a wonder it is, that it lasted so long in light of your lying.
Not a word you spoke yet worth a damn, not a single oath ever meant to be binding.
Try hard as you might - you cannot quench this flame
The sacrosanct submission, division of heedless blame
One would think you'd notice, how the truth does flee your sight,
The facts you bend thus breaking down - if simply out of spite.
Rid me of your "charm", you know - it makes me wonder.
So wrapped in self-inflicted harm, your every word a blunder.
Get the !@#$ out of my face, you sickening disgrace,
Your self-constructed sub-race of filth does stain this place.
You know what - its depressing, I couldn't possibly stress more,
The effects of your deception more tiring than the moans of a menopausal whore.
This game is now over, your hand played and lost:
I bid you farewell, old friend, for the last time I've been crossed."
