[RCL]

Mudvictus

Out of the muck surrounding me,
Deep as a stinking sewage hole,
I damn the fickle gods that be
The puppet masters of my soul.

Everywhere my blurred eyes glance,
I see my foes and cry aloud.
As threats disturb my wobbly stance,
My head is muddy, fully bowed.

After this vale of blood and tears,
I know there’s worse that must be paid,
And think about my sinful years,
So must confess that I’m afraid.

No wonder that I feel such hate,
Or how devolved my human role,
I am a creature bound by fate,
I am a blubbering, failing stupid asshole.