Crucifire

Your death of conscience was preceded by the grace of every beautiful murder that snaked its way into this world through the hands of you, leaking hubris and vilifying venom into the bloodstream of the god we all dreamed up. 
Save face, you said, spare your pride, my humility will render me discordant in your two-bit system. 

With. Without. 

We end lives without remorse 
And feed the dying the scraps from our 

Table of the living.