I want to scream brood of vipers, if only I didnt slither myself

Hypocrites! Hypocrites!
the lot of you
Taking for granted
What I would have given anything for

Protecting your dysfunction
through a thin smattering of hearsay
and ignorance

Believing in your innocence
because deep down you don't want
to hear that people change

Because forgiveness would force you to look
at your festering flaws and sludgy hearts

Shrieking with glee
like a wild dog in bloodlust
tearing at flesh and driven insane with pure violence
while plasma showers all over

Howling
from a moral high ground
that is more like a pit of self assurance

Drinking and wasting your lives
Drinking and wasting
my time

You don't deserve to slander the name
Of something so God blessed
it makes us all feel God damned