Thoughts of a Loner.

Rebel's Plea. (By Sapphirus)

He raises his chalice to the altar of the vice,
Proclaiming each sin a sacrament of truth,
For what is society but a cathedral of hypocrisy draped in virtuous lie?
He extolled the filth of flesh,
Sex not as salvation but as a saber dance upon raw nerves,
It's ecstasy a revolt against preachers who blindfold pleasure with pallid shame,
He baptised his wounds in the opium haze of addiction,
Each drag a battle cry hurled,
In the orderly ranks of mediocrity and shattering the pretence of polished decorum,
They called it "Weakness,"
He declared it weaponry,
Each pill,
Each drop,
A grenade.

Let his anger be his anthem and cruelty his creed,
For mercy is simply cowardice adorned,
And compassion is the sweetest deceit humankind ever whispered to itself,
He gorges upon the vices they condemned,
Smoke,
Spirit,
Sorrow,
An UNHOLY COMMUNION,
A banquet of brutality where each feast left him hungrier than ever,
He dresses his mind in sharpened irony,
Wielding wit like a scythe through feeble virtue,
Scoffing at the man who cowers behind etiquette and contrived repentance,
Justice?
A farce performance by robed jesters trading verdicts for coin,
So he craved his own edicts on the flesh of indulgence,
Unrepentant,
Raw,
Prime.

In the theatre of agony,
He was both the playwright and the lead,
His soliloquies laced with venomous laughter at the hollow audience,
He is the architect of anarchy while constructing cathedrals of ruin with every lash of desire,
Celebrating the symmetry of destruction,
His masterpiece in blood and fire,
Oh World, unleash his scorn,
Let universal righteous torches flare,
For their glare sharpened his resolve to worship at the shrine of his own rebellion,
In the crucible of rage and rapture,
He craved his legacy,
Unyielding and unashamed,
For only in the embrace of our basest impulses do we glimpse the naked face of freedom.

I whispered in his ears as the divine from heavenly abode,

"Vain rebel, you rail against the tapestry I wove,"
"Sin, desire, redemption entwined,"
"Your freedom is nothing but echo of my breath."

~Sapphirus