Perhaps this is considered to be non-rhyming and overall, bad poetry.
But those are my real feelings.
Based on a true incident.
But is that the real you?
You are the proverbial bat
In the war of birds and animals.
You present The Façade
Who encourages Your protégés
When they turn unorthodox
But You are a shape shifter.
What about the problems
That matter to the rest then?
You don't care about the truth
It aids not in Your journey.
You two-faced cur
What is right and wrong?
They can't matter by being moot.
We are trapped in Your world
Held powerless by Your word
And you scorn those who are
Versed not in the areas You care.
You are beneath my contempt
Even as I am beneath Your charge
You think all is as Your perspective
But I spit on Your garbage.
How many more will You fool
And just when will You be done?
Perhaps next time You strike
Your victim will sustain to
Remind You about the retribution
And what waits in Hell for You.
One day You'll understand
The unspoken pain of the game
And perhaps then You'll realise
That it'll be too late to redeem.
That this day will come soon.