What I feel is limitless, in a world of confinement.
Passively progressing in strength.
Altering my alignment.
At a very great length.
Until the very moment it erupts.
Spewing far and wide.
Abhorred by uncounted mortal rabble.
They try to force me to hide.
When all I express to them is idle babble.
What is wrong with this creation.
When the blessed created cannot see past sorrow and agony.
And all they cause is wretchedness upon acres of peacefulness.
What is wrong when lovers turn to beggars, crooks and killers.
When the blessed are scared to walk in the midnight sun, for fear of vicious assault.
The rotten outnumber the pure.
Smashing faces into asphalt.
While others hoot and cheer.
And some just watch and endure.
No one stops it, mouths no longer agape to such heinous acts.
Who is the morbid, malicious monster?