The anguish dining table

An enormous conspiracy dining room,
Embezzlement is the key to the dinning
Extorting the meat with a spoon in the dining with confidence
Our forks are yearning for crime
Dinning in discomfort

Ritual is the water we cannot do without,
Fraudulent our mugs
Blood is made of our juice
What a sorrowful life in a veil of enjoyment.
Dinning about to vandalised

Adultery our alcohol,
Our favourite liquors are fornication
Backbiting our knife
Our substantial dining in dismay

Bad deed shines like diamonds,
A good deed is unreasonable to us
Wrongs are perfect deeds today
Criminals are celebrated.