You vile, rotten, polluted Beast.
How do you get away with it?
How can you still be there?
And operating with contempt for all that is decent?
How can it be?
Your words are violence.
Your soul extinct.
Your mind poisoned beyond belief.
What has life done to you,
that you can shit on the very existence of all around you?
You hold Creation in contempt.
What does it say of a world that allows it to happen?
What does it say of those that should hold you to account?
What does it say of me, who watches and does nothing?
Our silence is your applause, your cheering crowd, your ovation.
God, I am found wanting.