Foolish man,
O despicable knave!
Why hast thou failed thyself?
Thy weakness brazen,
Thine honor fickle and fleeting;
When needed the most
Thy scruples failed,
Cursing thyself,
Bringing retribution,
Consequences of thy defeat.
Art thou so petty,
So feeble of flesh and mind?
Frail are thy devotions,
Fleeting thy righteousness.
Thou hast failed by thine own hand,
Drunk thy cup of destruction,
Agony burning thy lips and throat--
Vessels that gave voice to flimsy zeal--
Puzzled gasps naught but
Bewildered whispers of misery.
Vile rogue! See now
Thy personally purchased damnation. Ω
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