Conviction

There is nothing right in my steel sight,
whats wrong to you refines my vindictive right,
you blankly cast your crumbling ideology out to crashing sea.
Gawking at my hunched over scowling demeanor,
misjudging my jaded jagged benevolence,
which easily slices through your yellowed cowardice.
Stating my outspoken backlash of venomous beleif,
moments of malignant conniving useless greif,
clinging to my webbed fragile convictions to no end.
Rooted to the blugeoned bloody ransacked alters,
of your alternating polar opposite morality fable,
testing the vacant boundries of all you rightously oppose.