Cleanse the Non-Believer

I am the burn in the liquor.
I am what keeps you coming back.
I am the hands that hold and teeth that close,
Rising out of gums just to sink beneath your skin
The end is nothing worth being scared of, I've decided I'm unmoved by the outcome,
My tragedy will simply be mine, and I'll leave her right at that.
I am the responsibilities that you lack.
I am the faithful atheist, proud of moving against the fucking current.
At the bottom of a glass of water, the sediment from the river.
Find a reason to kill for another.
I think I'm done with roses,
And within the last bit of the city, the hero of this story was misguided by the mischievous consort,
As he learned there's nothing to fear but what other people have shoved down his throat.
And when the end became clear, the hero choked on his heart, swallowed some blood, and killed everyone that ever fooled him.
Oh, the fucking humanity!