Of the 7 deadly sins known to man, I choose to wear the mask of Wrath tonight. I know how this travesty will end before it has even begun.

For fairness sake, let’s just pretend I do not know… That you may play the son of Iscariot, lying in wait for the perfect moment… To plant the kiss of a viper on the unwary cheek.

And when the parody has played itself out to the end, I’ll watch your corpse swinging from a tree by the break of dawn.

The beast was here all along…