With a sterile preception of a reformation that was made through a cell,
A sympathy assumed to those who are societies decrepit ones,
A psuedo being accepted, before a truth exposed to all,
Protected by those protecting,
Failure to abide, outside our,
Failure to atone outside of our protection,
You should have been thrown, outcast, directly to the lions,
Without thought or despair, an extradition to real justice,
A suited ghost existence void of numbers and statistics,
A scarring alteration, a sign of what you truly are,
Disfigured then released, forever recognized by none,
But recognized, by all who behold your monstrous figure,
Entrapped, by an advert for your ever sickening state of mind,
Left in scorn, abolished and adhorred, removing skin and flesh,
Scraping out your putrid tissue
Remold your facial form with nails and screws drilled deep into your skull,
Into your skull, rebuild to reform,
Your wounds stitched deeply scarring, you're true identity,
Cast back to this world with disfigured anonymity,
Mutilated dilapidated remanence,
Eternally incarcerated by your voilations to this earth.