Advice to a Forgotten Criminal

You sad little wretch, you did it all wrong,

Burning the wrong buildings, killing the wrong

People, throwing away your life for the wrong

Causes. (Temples, theatres, churches, schools. Fool!)


Infamy is pathetic sibling

To fame. We don’t glorify villains. No,

We curse them, spit upon them, and in time

We forget that they ever existed.


Don’t you see your name could have been Hero?

You could have slaked your blood lust, given in

To your base urges, left a legacy

Of ash and bone across the entire world


Had you picked the right victims, had only

Preyed upon monsters more monstrous than you.


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