What is right in his own eyes.

This is based on a number of personal experiences of shared pain, and on Judges chapters 19, 20 and 21.


Oh! That the flesh would eat itself.
That what men did would destroy themselves alone,
Only to experience their own unclenliness, dirt.
If but only for a second,
Would men still do what was right in their own eyes?

Would we then understand?
The shifty, slick manner of subtle secrecy,
Preying on innocent, if foolish, souls.
That would consume the consumers soul.

The deathly darkness
The alcohol poured down the neck coming straight out as sweat.
As the evil oozes out of the eyes.
In the thumping dullness of the senses, losing all control.

Oh! The beasts, the animals!
Have they lost all humanity?
Replaced it with guilt-ridden practices,
Leading only to the betrayal of all good,
Becoming vessels of the devil's work.

To dismember the body far too late to save the person.
The savage acts of mindful brutality,
When every man does what is right
In their own eyes.

And while asleep the fleshly party continues.
Sacrificing life, worse than torture.
Men, intoxicated, demand the innocent one
Forcing her through hell.
For only the deathly satisfaction of every man who did what was right
In their own eyes.

And when awake,
Embarking on another fleshly party
The dismemberment of the maybe dead.
The man who does what is right in his own eyes,
Sparks the most grotesque of civil sin.