Vanquishing the Inutile

The unforgivable sin,

A futile feeling,

The destroyer of millions,

The termination of good.

Oh why this hate?

What fete does it make?

Wracks all felicitous lives,

Turns gold to ashes,

Repays cipher but sadness,

And disconnected decisions,

To throw you into a pool of rue,

With slight ways to hark back,

Though you battle it along your regained consciousness,

To egress triumphant against your evil intents,

And to realize at the finish,

What an ignorant little coward you've equaled,

For you never trusted the power vested within you,

To believe in outsmarting what you guessed,

 was merely a small part of you.