"Transgression" by Jesse Batista
A plead for sanity not well received. Normalcy counterfeit, replication achieved
The mind placates but, is not what it seems. Polished with clarity, the surface gleams.
Let the fires rage, let them burn deep, of their own conducts will vengeance reap.
Actions measured, execute, eradicate, there’s a limit to that which one can tolerate.
What’s the excuse, the chorus of the song, what is the defense to justify the wrong?
What is it that’s brought to the arbitrating table? Truth tossed aside, disregarded like a fable.
Lies uttered to the discerning ear a waste. Integrity in question, character defaced.
There is a desire to remain but a deserving for demise. Brief or linger, no probable compromise.
Actions deriving from a past of distaste, wicked enacted on the pure in haste
Twisted, fragmented, no remorse or shame, morals not questioned when torments the game.
Warped reasoning teaching a lesson, easing the pain of their own transgression
Compassion depleted, empathy gone, when you use another as your surrogate pawn
Tiresome is hate for no more than hates sake. Beware that decision you cannot unmake.
Exploit a weakness, violence is the trigger, Hotwired by brutality, soothed by its vigor.