Lone monsters slip behind the veil
distributed the crimes among the crowd
a thousand faces or maybe more
guilt distributed with aplomb

now the fault is congealed
the largest target one could conceive
to accuse one would **** them all
hence the world is confused

too immense to fall from wounds
all are taken as a shield
while the monsters retain their place
the power granted cannot fail

repentance would be the path
for those who embrace their faults
though power will not accede
to humble itself in the fall

the master of lies laughs the best
as the holy are finally skewered
host with their own petards
against a judgment of their Lord.

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