A creature of principal
A being of habit
Ancient artifacts, loyalties
Ravaged.

I suppose you knew,
As they left your lips... words.

I am, all about the rules.
The biblical codex of do's and don'ts
Written matter of factly across this rage

Words, truth and lies.
Seeds are sewn, tensions rise.

I reflect on the monster,
Who fuels his hungry belly
On torturous regret.

And still, I smile,
Wicked, demise on the mind.

Let me tend to the garden,
Let the roots grab hold
Let the hostility erode,
Let the finality harden

Your heart too.