The Impeccable Sinners

Sink. Stare straight right into the hollow, staid eyes.

Look. You'd see all the awry; distress and lapsed strides

Dwelling in the dusk, an anchorite of equity hides.

Captive by throes, adverse clandestine, mere morbid lies.

Swimming in the lake of fading embers and burnt ashes.

Dived in abysmal seas of fathomless regrets.

Stifled own heart, incised with bleeding, deep gashes.

Sulking in morose memoirs of long demised sunsets.

By pardon, you let insalubrious miscreants live;

By incorrigible, indomitable archfiend's cognitive

Neither is blind, but are heedless in discern.

Neither are deaf but are foolish to concede than to beseem stern.

Done is the age of personating preposterous martyrs.

Time to overcome the vast, boundless rationales of shedding tears.

Surrender, oh passel of deleterious rapscallions with vile intentions and noxious exploit.

For it is the calling of our own verdict,

We are all reprobates, one to anoint.