ATONEMENT-

Not only the dead but also the living lie

 But set the sinners in order of importance;

 The mimes, the cravens, the clowns.

While a master can wait  for the Last Judgment,

 My rights were muzzled prematurely and with deliberation

I, not fate will choose the time to retaliate

 And call it atonement like my executioners

Called my annihilation rectitude.

 If  man breaks outside his heart

It is hard to obliterate  him in entirety,

For though he is neither steel nor granite

He can salvage the essential ashes of his intellect.

 I have broken out of myself

 How can i miss my targeted villains

 And  how can my gravediggers avoid my sword?

 From many options of revenge 

My heart conjured grace,

While my brain countered with ferocity;

 Have I had burned but once and in human blaze I  would abide to the heart

Because even if the heart is human

It was inadequate to make the blaze human

Or shorten the tongues of the fire;

The brain  was alma mater of my condemnation;

 One of these midnights I will judge,

 Not afraid I will be judged.

 I can not masquerade a seraph vouchsafing quarter

 Nor even impersonate neutrality;

 My verdict is immaculate revenge That will glue the soot of my incinerated mind together

 And diffuse my grave's memory and ruins

 Over the prostrate ensign of my victims

Like ashes over one of the five oceans.