Judgment

Who will cast the first stone? He who is without sin At this moment, you are mistaken Your mirror has been lying to you You are not a white robe and a halo You’re a businessman with manipulative ways And now that the sin has been uncovered You’re in a hurry to collect the stones for my sin. The stony hill stands before me It taunts me as you smirk pompously This judgment smells damp and sticky It tastes like a loud harmony and a subtle melody Laughter fills the air The ground begins to tremble A boulder springs up from the ground It grows taller than Mount Everest My laughter echoes in the valley of your sin Must you really cast stones? We observe the boulder that I cannot cast It will not be lifted I am this hill I am Pebbles You are the mountain You are Rocks Rocks and Pebbles Charcoal and Diamonds (respectively) My pristine iniquity Your contaminated virtue Innocence. Evil. Judgment.