And your penance
is to daily reach into your disturbia
knowing your mark of Cain beyond whitewash
and the force of truth rakes searing flames on your pains
as you rage nursing the stillbirths of your lame acquisitions
inward to outward your beings shuddering in bloodless vacuums
the rogue pack of miscreants chained to hollowing  madded chants
excluded from banquet of lights your tears ring in hollowed chimes
you will always weep after Olympians for courage and grace is never yours
In white sorrow your penance is to daily reach into your disturbia