100 Years of Infamy by TheOmegaPoint published on 2013/04/17 13:44:08 +0000 I decided I was beyond Good and evil and right and wrong And so I am made free from sin. To split each action, each human, Upon one single line is more Than a crime, it is the only Crime there is. I swore to abhor Those who commit this fallacy, Spit in the face of decency, And hide behind cold walls of gold Because the world is far too poor To support the morals they hold. I abet neither fraud nor god When they are self-imagined things. Power's the fruit misery brings To bear on a tree of pain. Odd Is it not that a cross is shaped Against the form of a man, raped People are often raped again-- It's as if there was some design Or plan behind madness. A sign Of the end times will be when peace Is less enjoyed than war, defend, Now, sheep, the right to keep your fleece. Does hesitation in an act of death Show character or merely cowardice? Death has rejected knowledge and so sex Won't follow successful execution Of terrorism, which is why we need Media. I think the gods play with dice. And they always cheat--every one of them. Show your holy wound, so I too can bleed. They should have kept all of it standing, still, So there's no choice to remember what kills. Your nation's hope's in breeder reactors. Is not wrath the greatest common factor?