The deconstructed

I have my demon's haunt and my conscience's taunts, I need not your guilt against me...

The deconstructed poem

They tell me I'm wrong and always have been wrong. They don’t shut up and won't with their sanctimony. Fields of guilt they cultivate, and seeds of doubt they plant and propagate.

Welcome to the wonderful woke world of fuck you! An ungrateful world of want that does not care about your labour or loyalty. Fuck this world of want. Light the world on fire and let the judges be judged for they cross the Rubicon.

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