“Who are you to judge me?” she would cry, “Who are you to say anything?” 

And he responded, I am the heart you stabbed to death, calling yourself a friend. 

“Before you, I was not joyous, but I was content, 

Before your duplicity, I was honest and loyal and never harbored ill intent. 

Before your treachery, your cold-hearted lies, I was not a monster, 

Just a person living in the world,

Before your icy daggers, I had a heart that worked and loved you true to word.

So, yes, I will judge you. I will judge your life to Hell and back, 

And you deserve every ounce of scorn for your dark-minded attack. 

And if you spurn the truth evermore, that is your cross to bear, 

For, if you believe, then you will burn, and I won’t fucking care.”