The Greater Good

Right below me, twisted, buckled

Pointing fingers through my face

Chewing on my screaming crying

Plea for Jezebel's embrace

Down the stairs I move

O'erlooking selves of all I've been in thought

Kissing and seducing

All the selves I wish that I were not

Writhing like a piston

Cold as oil lubricates the path

Burning down the schizophrenic

Self-reflexive rapist's wrath

There, with fire in my hand

I throw it on the crowd below

Twins of faces, plus one other

Shocked and helpless, call out,

"No! You cannot do this! "

There in flame they smolder

As the hemlock would

As bones and sinew melt

I tell them,

"It's all for the Greater Good"

For now a deity I stand

Before my judged and blackened kin

Save only one, a different face

Was cleared of her new virgin skin