Lean in
And taste
My sin
Laid before you
With a grin
Because
Who are they
To judge
The truth of men?
For they defend
Violation in
Ritualized style
Abominable whims.
Ours is innocence
While their guilt bends
To slander
And cast
Projection ends.
May their house
Of pain fall
The dread
Of denizens.
