What I feel...

Does it really matter? What I feel

Amidst the judgments passed by unknown

Men and women alike in no higher ground

To command respect nor authority

Instead demanding all deserving none

Having shame little to none

When charts fall, what are the odds?

In the game of blames at the round table

Where chicanery flourish at the cost of many

Souls just and fair in father's eyes

Let them be damned for acts their's to bear

May the dark hearts be cleansed at time's end