Scapegoat Euthanasia

Scarcely transcendental
Anathematizing for self-conservation
But, the faint of heart succumbs and hastens my death
At the mercy of a four-lettered bastard.
Transmit apathy
For I have gleaned wisdom from my prior missteps
My conviction is staunch that you are a hog of base character
And your composed verses lack autonomous imagination.
In a manner analogous to the trite tunes that you relish
In a manner analogous to your affection for the whore 'nature'
In a manner analogous to your lust for wealth and criminals
In a manner analogous to your dementia because you are raped.

Like a mendicant,
I exist in the alleyways and subsist on discarded scraps,
Abandoned by a promiscuous mother upon my birth
Leaving me vulnerable in the cold,
While fumes of matriphagy ascend above in the darkened skies.
Swear on my allegory or the fallacy of the primordial goddess
A whore of nature, precisely a goddess of garbage
Thy thirst for carnal gratification hath left me bereft and forsaken
With nary a trace of thy presence to be seen.
What transgression hath I committed, to be punished thusly?
My offerings and devotions, wasted, cast aside as mere chaff.
Alone I stand, adrift in a sea of solitude,
Awaiting the bitter release of death's embrace, my final refuge.

Gaze into my eyes,
I am no longer your scapegoat.
Your attempts to vanquish my spirit
Are futile, your deceitful words no longer reach my ears.
Once, I yearned for a life of joy and contentment,
Surrounded by fallacies of love and laugh
Yet, those immature aspirations
Were cruelly snatched away.
Oh celestial deity, thou art not beyond my reach,
Though unseen, thy existence I cannot impeach.
But should our paths cross, I implore thee to beware,
For the transgressions against me, thy penance thou shalt bear.
With humble supplication, I'll not spare thy plea,
Forgiveness is not granted, without first earning thee.