Fear is so evident.
The more you try to hide it, the more obvious it becomes.
Oh the comfort of the shadows..
Dark corners for doing dark deeds.
So hide your naked, vulnerable flesh
in this garish masquerade.
Vindication;
the presumptious zealotry,
resonates in the peasant's soul.
It gives
a sense of power
to the powerless.
Hide behind the veneer of
a façadious persona;
self-proclaimed
self-righteous.
Embrace the crusade,
for what does your
pathetic life have to offer?
Nothing but shame and ashes.
Thinly veil'd, the venomed knifeblade
in thy espionage.
Stab and leave already.
Terrorist.
For the literary illiterate:
Peasant: from a disadvantaged socio-economic class that flirts with poverty on a daily basis. Coarse mannered; unrefined. Culturally deficit. (Always ready to go on strike.) Attempts to emulate the upper classes, but the imitation is poor, if not atrocious. As a result, very insecure.
PS: the promise holds.