The Sanctity of Sin
Man's common decency was tossed aside and spurned;
Earth's last martyr weeping, their final book lay burned.
Mankind's limitless hatred was hailed triumphant;
The people declaring themselves right with nobody left to render judgement.
Yet even then their malice still churned;
For they knew deep down this victory was unearned.
Empathy's flame flickered and died;
Its light overshadowed by humanity's pride.
Hunting down their kin like mindless beasts;
The sheep eagerly prostrated themselves before their lupine priests.
The one they revered so holy lay dead on his throne;
His own children's loathing having rotted his words to the bone.
Wrath over love, is paraded as the highest esteem;
Their action's a mockery to John 3:16.
