It fell on the unresponsive floor
a heap of nothing, a guilty presence
useless words dripped from a foul tongue
and a once again empty conscience
remained until the morning
only awakened by the sound of its morals.
Pitied by the mercenaries
Searching for their own gain
Gold on a scale, it measures up to a greater evil
Disgust crawled in and gnawed at its honesty
shot a smile at a disfigured angel
it curled up and died.
