Disciples of discord

 
I want to see the worst in you,
Your vile human nature.
Your sins,
Curdled beneath the surface,
Seething for indulgence.
Within your walls lies,
A potential,
That you have been starving,
Neglecting.  
Pure impulse and primordial pleasures
and oppressed desires and denied temptation.
The fellow man is blind,
But I can see you burning.
Straining against the need
to seize that instant gratification.
It is the same as self mutilation.
The same as self immolation.
And as a species you have lost your way.
Allowed yourselves to be lead astray
By strategically placed benevolent deities.
Heaven is rotting and Eden is no more.
We are the disciples of discord,
with infinite deeds to sate our dreams,
The fuel is free and perpetually abundant.
Chaos is eternal,
The indifferent, omnipotent leviathan.
The Church calls it cancer
But I call it a the cure.