My greatest sin of all Was to watch you shamelessly call To those against whom you stood tall And do nothing as I watched you fall Into the depths of corruption and pain Where one is soiled by the drops of rain As they deform you, to become but a stain In this world of the dead, of the gruesomely slain At this point, I wish not to repent I simply want to embrace my hellish descent Because if you are a stain, then I am a dent But I have a message that I wish to be sent To the world, as a parting gift; "Now that your saviours are rotting adrift, Your towers will burn, and your houses will rift And you will receive a death that is swift."