A routine that is lived,
And negatively fed...
Leaves one to identify darkness,
As the only life there to share.

And unfortunate is the mind,
Stuck and transfixed...
On a daily search that seeks,
This to sow and this to reap as fit.

A routine that is lived,
And negatively fed...
Has accepted limitation.
With just wickedness to spare instead.

Options of alternatives...
Does not exist,
Inside this kind of head that dreads.

And one with a consciousness like this,
Is deeply troubled.
And has been convinced,
Any sign of happiness felt or by others shown...
Is a detriment to a kept and worshipped evil,
One wishes to spread and see condoned.

Lawrence S. Pertillar

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-detriment-to-a-kept-and-worshipped-evil/