You prevaricator, you.
Aesthetically pleasing, morally appalling.
You're a monster, the most beautiful kind.
The most terrifying kind.
The one we can't kill.
Trust is the least of your concerns!
Look down and realize where you are.
You're alone and helpless, hopelessly marred.
I would be apologetic, but you've made this mess.
I won't give up until your sins are confessed.
Trust is the least of your concerns!
