Hypocrites Always Shine the Brightest

We claim to be just, yet show the converse.

A group of ideals; a false god to guide our twisted hearts.

The fools call me monster when I am true to nature...when I am Me.

But I know a wicked truth, dark and pungent. Veracity of the taboo.

You are Me and I am You. 

Wearing a mask; you spout of justice and compassion when gain is your motivation. When the masses watch you. Apply the smiling visage. 

You charm the bee's of life with poisons disguised as petunias and roses, yet rotten still the same.

But I am a mirror of your innards. 

Wars rage and I admit to apathy, the false faced ones bay like such hounds.

I am evil incarnate, satan's herald....because I am not like you.

But I am nicotine to your self-righteous lifestyle. Your easily shattered illusion.

You are addicted to the malice in me, you need me to stay sane. 

You pathetic idealists....you shine the brightest when you fall. As we all do. Eventually.

So here I am. The new-age Christ. Crucified by society, but unlike the Lamb I will not cry to the heavens.

You all know what you do. And I shall be the man to point out your gnarled cockles of the heart.