Orison

Am I to make a prayer?

Or to seek a word from God,

To ask him to forgive those

Who have stabbed me in the back?

Plotting is what they do,

Talking ill is their signature

Ill-bred, they have been

With degraded identity!

Should I still make a prayer?

For those heinous acts done.

Perfidy and avarice; and

By many more they are guided,

In Immaturity and loquaciousness

They do survive.

Should I forgive them and

  Make amends!

Ah! I need to make a prayer.

A prayer that may burn them alive,

To be left desperate and to be

Damned for no good.

Let their intentions fail and so

Do their lives should rot!

And never bring them in my sight,

As they are worthless, worthless bipeds.