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
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2024
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