A/N: This follows no pattern whatsoever. I just wrote it.

Saturnine

Silly creatures, those rumors
Even sillier humans for believing in such drivel
What kind of unlearned mind does it take to create such baseless nonsense?
Wouldst thou sink so far just for a droplet of sympathy
a grain of desperate pity?
No no, do not concern this wayward soul in the chaos that would still the bitterness in thy empty hearts
If life is a code, what kind of life dost thou live?
One of selfishness and hate
the driving desire to have more
the urge that will never be satisfied 'long as thy prey stands noble and tall
unyielding
a bedrock made of satiric grins and responses ephemeral as the dancing wind
never to be caught
nor trapped by the idiocy incensed by a bruised ego
Woe woe, such a sad world
what a dismal state of affairs
When shall we be allowed to leave this stage to which we are chained?
this part is no longer for me
I will not have it anymore
Pass it on to another.

Tethered by lies
Falsified as if we are the poison and the plague
When will thou let us go
of these dreary and childish shackles?
Dearest Lucifer,
perhaps we were meant to be
you Great Father of lies and demons
and I Babylon the Mother of harlots and abominations
for I have been graciously tucked under your blackened wings by serpent tongues and pride heinous enough to rival your own
Unbearably beautiful together
steeped in sin
shall we be.

Delicious quintessence of the filth thou hast spread upon mine name
too thinly though
weakly, slowly, surely, will these binds give way
and I will exit this twisted stage, this carnival of deceit and wickedness
and no more shall this soul endure
the atrocities borne of spite
that come with this feeble-minded age.

Ah, what a magnificent genocide this will be!
Come vultures!
Feast on the flesh of their stank and rotting corpses
too dry with the sharp lashings of word
condemnation of the eyes
look not toward me fetid beasts
All wordly blood run into the soil
Devils's thrist quenched with their revile and greed.
Drown in it
Choke on it
Away away from thy supple and breathing counterparts
there will be no corruption today
Begone icy grisly breath,
foul foul foul
I'll have no more of you.