Judgement of the Crazed

I sit enfolded in blueberry thorns, Awaiting your accusation, Though I know that people may mourn, Across this tattered nation. It’s all in your mind they seemed to say, Though no words could I hear, I know they would lead me astray, They only thing I could do, I did- I made them disappear. Judgment is to be had from the Gods alone, And so I do my will, I know what I must intone, One last mighty kill. I carve my destiny with this knife, And prepare to cast my bane, After this refusal of an important life, They will never judge again.