Why,
Why do you have to be such an asshole?
Why did you turn down this path
of death and greed,
and apocalyptic ideals?

You could have been unflawed,
a vision of beauty.

Or perhaps beneath it all,
there would still have been veins of hatred running through,
cast within you by past traumas.
Maybe it's these inner pains that have led you to this soiled place.

When thoughts of you take up residence in my mind,
any pleasent vision of you must be pushed away to contemplate your evil.
Ah, how I long for the days before I learned of your treacheries.

Sometimes I question weither you had any choice in ending up where you are.
How could anyone choose to advance such a cause,
no matter how noble the perpatrators made it seem?
Alas,
I have to take into account,
that good people do bad things.
My father among these misguided souls.

My conceience revulses
at the comparison of you to my father,