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.