Virtue is evil because it makes us worse than a whore, and transforms us into stinking carcasses.

A scathing, repetitive-structure poem systematically dismantling the concept of virtue as it’s weaponized by the religious and self-righteous.

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Virtue is a demon, and virtue is a fraud,

which we claim and raise, in the name of God

We become wizards and weave our evil magic,

while the multitudes stand dumbstruck and awed

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Virtue is a deep, dark ditch in a forsaken moor,

dug through prayers, so sincere and so pure

We become the actors, the conmen, and the scammers,

our holy rituals, always so clear and so very sure

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Virtue is a carnival, carried on wheels,

it’s all just fanfare; the audience bows and kneels

The bearded and the holy, enchant the wild crowds,

swearing countless vows upon unbroken seals

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Virtue is a storm that bends the strongest elms,

the strength of all the armies, it just overwhelms

It’s blown on the horns and beaten on the drums,

it takes over people and even some realms

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Virtue is victorious; it’s the symbol of power,

just all lies and deceits, proclaimed from a tower

We surrender, and we submit, to its great splendor,

while our souls lose their sweetness, and turn all sour

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Virtue is a sin, of a scale so vast and chartless,

which makes us all blind and totally heartless

It makes us feel so lofty, so pure, and so grand,

in actual, we are cruel and just a stinking carcass

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Virtue is a demon that corrupts our very core,

it makes us so arrogant and worse than a whore

Virtue is a demon, which laughs at our fall,

exploiting our greed, it makes us really crawl