Your soul was a dummy, a sacrifice kicked
By my pendulous boot, just a victim I picked
To be looted--disputed--so I could depict
It as thoroughly moot, then malign its repute.
My brutal behavior descended from lead
You presented when craving appraisal. This need
Named appraiser a savior for choosing to cede
But a falsified rave, and this trick you forgave.
I grew predilection for killing the good
That you offered to me. No exception withstood
The confounding degree animosity could
Birth occasion to see magnanimity flee.
When I and the others maneuvered conceit
To remodel your dealings, your willing receipt
Of deceit did reveal what disdain I'll excrete
On whom lets me congeal the advancement of real.