Reversed Ascension

Perish ever so slowly, serpent!
The flood of your juices captivate me
Passiveness is a creed I swear by
Though my sanctity sin evermore reduces

Judgement is but an entailment of righteousness
Wherefore lie the cheek-turners then?
Perhaps they soundly and securely thus
Feed out of the maggots of his hand

For no one's sake I forsook the world
The flip side to search and discover
Objectivity smiles at subjectivity
The truth is out there? I am not half as sure

You stumble and blabber, your authority swaggers

Beneath that cloak you conceal my only dagger
A thrust of the blade, may destiny decide
And dissolve the glories of he who hides