We have compiled a list
based solely on the various
aspects of the true nature
of your eternal, immortal souls

The list has been limited,
by virtue of sheer necessity,
to the men, women, and monsters
gathered in this room.

They have been judged
unceremoniously, and will be
persecuted in kind.

The brown-skinned woman in
the corner has shown no lust
for life and no drive or
want for any sort of goodness.

She has stripped the love away
from each of her friends in turn
until the hand-full that remain
are but names to whisper curses
to in the lonelier evenings.

The tall, fleshy man with
the greasy hair and the smile
ever-present has faltered
time and time again.

He has taken advantage
of the hearts held out to him
and cut them as deeply
as he could while they stayed
beating. His words are
minced and rotted and have
no use, least one needs to check
the foulest speech through
a microphone. His silence
smells near as wretched.

The thin fellow who has
difficulty speaking has
forced every hand and taken
every chance and particularly
those chances that
were never his to take.

He is ruthless and spineless
in even measure, and he
dares make waves where
he can barely swim himself.
He had potential once, but
he proves evermore that
‘potential’ is a dirty word.

We have deemed these men
and women and monsters
unfit to persist in this world,
and would press to set
this room on fire with doors
locked and barricades stacked
unbreakably. It would be,
however, unfair, for
the other poor souls trapped
with you.