Profaned Hypocricidal Cadaver

 And so

It came to pass
That that I
Passed

With a certain vagueness
Unnoticed by all
One left
Another remained

You see naught
Except that which
You wish

Blind to the subservience
Of my former self

Occluded
To the presence
Of Hypocricide
In your midst

Oh
He is still here
Peering through the veil

When I let him

I hear him
Taking up my refrain

Chittering

Music to my ears

His laughter
Maniacal
Resounds in what are now
My thoughts

He knows why I am returned
He knows what must be done

Blood shall be
Is being
Shed
Let there be
No ambiguity here
I shall murder hypocrites

© 2012, Mosquitobyte