Murderer

A short poem about killers.

You poison infamy,
with immoral mental persuasion.
Obsessively religious, obeying the voices
of angels, singing for holy sacrifice.
Exacerbate your beliefs into nothing more
than a forgotten caricature of love.
Eligible for a Blasphemous relationship
with a masquerade of His contentment.
False serenity supresses your anxiety, your paranoia.
Concocting happiness from drunken encounters
of sacrilege prostitution.
Your perversity is not unnoticed.
Consecrated institutionalism will be punished.
Death's embrace slowly binds your soul,
and opens the final gate.
Imprisonment, liberation, or redemption?