Written by: Vincent Procopio

Suffer harsh indignities
Draw your anger in

Lament not your condition
But instead your lack
Of strength

Recognize not your potency
But rather glorify
Your futility

Brutalize not your enemies
But the conditions
That bred them

Feed goats of iniquity
The putrid fodder
Of false pride

Accept yourself
As a failure
And your children too

Fuel blazing ambition
With fetid flesh
Of skittering neurosis