Let us marvel in our sins,
Line them up, side by side.
Show them to the world; the greatest of our achievements.
Poisonous.
Sinister.
Celebrated.
The lovely evils we live by.
Side by side we celebrate.
Wrought from misfortune,
But, the way it should be,
Our minuscule successes are carved
With ****** determination.
Blinded by a false sense of individualism.
Gracious for the right to toil our masters land.

Fear should I the course of dreams.
For Sin doth bulge at their seams.
But, lo!
Away I cannot keep,
From my love,
My hate,
My dreams.