Did I come into the temple with hands and feet frozen
from the cold without? Did I come within shaking
like an unfortunate leaf in inclement weather?
Am I sanitised or am I sterilised? Am I molten ore
made malleable to the whims of manipulators?
Or am I a solid rock ready to fling myself at them?
You know, many an army of mine has blamed me
for prompting their downfall? How could I discriminate
between friend and enemy with all this treachery?
Was I not fighting on both flanks? And was I not bound
by the sounds of thunder and lightning falling from
rapined skies that had turned my canopy over with their
disgraceful siege of my life? I am just treading so delicately,
so precariously, on an unprotected ledge high up on
the tallest high-rise! And I haven’t even asked for a lifeline!!!
Would you believe I am in a spot because I declined
all the offers of trinkets for a tribulation, when I have yet bravely
transpired to the powers that: Why must there be such violence
against victims and not villains? Must a victim die a bigger hero
for being destroyed and never crying out! They say that treachery
always wins out of its own treachery! How am I to prove them wrong?
How are you all mired in misapprehensions and misjudgments?
Who apprehends a victim to force his unjustified incarceration?
You’d think I stand upright, when everything is a burden on me?
I don’t think I consciously took the road to undeserved punishment,
I was only taking the road to truth and justice? So should I forget the tough walk of duty,
and take a conveyor belt to convenience? Is it forgiveness that they seek?
Is even God capable of forgiving? Must forgiveness be granted because I
fear I may have to burn my own sacred temples? Or should I never fear,
believing resolutely in my powers of collateral destruction and worse!!!!
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