Cynicism What are your mental horizons, but cynicism, What your thoughts, but crumbling scaffoldings Of ashes, your feelings, but snake thrown scales? My word is the only word of truth. Transgressing my given guidance for man, You do not acquire lasting sustenance And I will demand account Not alone of actions, but of thoughts. You have rejected everything that is divine, None of your achievements are in my name. What are your palaces, but black marble Swallowing light, your progresses septic scars Under linen, your labors adits of depravity? You have rejected the balms of my Grace, Choosing the delights of illusions' grimes. What are your institutions, but elevators from The sutterain, your social conventions deflections From vice, your altars plates polished mute? Your evil practices convict you, You operate gas chambers as a social sport, You release your children into sate prostitution, Your paths of propaganda, atrocities And self-deceptions leading back, With your own hands to press out your eyes, With your own nails to tear out your entails, Tongues torn, you mutter your pains.