The Victim, The Thief, And The Judge

I Twisted chains bite deep Terrorizing the flesh And making it cry A small beam of light In an otherwise dark room All that one could cling to The steady drip, drip, drip But the light provides little warmth In the face of biting cold The victim is in despair Clapped in chains of his own creation Imprisoned in his own mind II Stolen virtue and valor Writing chapters in his own blood Amalgamations of other's lives Eyes corrupted with sin and greed Gleefully holding hands out begging for more While stealing from those who give A child no longer but still he yearns For the love of a father he never had And it makes his blood boil The thief is without repute Feeding upon the generosity of others Never to be his own man III Godless eyes peer down upon The victim and the thief Seeing true to their inner self For as unaware of each other they are They both burden the same soul By sharing the same body It's a corruption of eloquence And in inane dance of decadence But it never really made much sense The judge sees it all From a lofty perch built of irony For he shares the same body IV Life is a comedy of misfortunes And given the chance to succeed He chose to fail The fall of man is written in his eyes Because despite himself he tells only lies And even the truths carry hints of falsities So as all the monoliths crumble and fall Deep in his mind he saw it coming Steadfast to the road to ruin The victim, the thief, and the judge Each distinct but each a criminal But it is the body that will pay the price