Dahmer was simply hungry

I've seen through the crocodile tears to recognize the hopeful martyr beneath.

Living a life of salient self-sacrifice to recover from your sins

Where goes the argument of faith and works

When the deeds are distraction from the demons inside

Helping another to disprove the belief

The trashbag is filling to capacity

Perfume and flowers

Compete with garbage and rotten flesh

There is a limit to capacity without change

Overwhelmed by help

Unwilling to let another's hands get dirty

The gods don't want the unclean

Leaving mental gymnastics

To springboard to the conclusion

You're only harming yourself