The fool searches for answers to bury his guilt through acceptance of the convenient to conform to his phallic tendencies.
If I were to interrupt him playing with his action figures and tell him that pain is necessary to develope empathy, he would go out and construct traps for the unsuspecting.
The one whose subconscious motto is 'do what though wilt', will find the nearest cult propaganda and take it as absolute universal truth, seeing himself as right in spitting on the innocent in his vanity of filth.
Ignoring all sides of the coin, to follow the lie that he holds wooden nickels in his virtueless swine bank.
Snarling and snorting in ugliness as he whips the innocent and naive in grotesque pleasure.
Striving to be evermore narcissistic, these indoctrinated slime slurpers in denial.
My wrath is bottled, and awaits to see these types in a lone alley or wooded glen.
I wish to take his bottle of medicine from him, pouring out the liquid to the soil and forcing the bottle down his throat in the presence of his victims.
© Sebastian Grey