Victory

This is my first (and quite possibly, ONLY) attempt at a systena.

Victory

I've sent another to the city of sin.
Her sigh (Oh that sigh!),
still echoes in my ears. My victory
is her damnation. My solace is those eyes,
her eyes, their silent plea
is so inviting. I pluck them.

Quickly, quickly now, before they see. They-
the ones who would save these sinners,
the ones who deprive me of my pleas.
Oh but they are fools! I walked by one, see, a sigh
still resonating in my wake. He eyed
me, the pig, and touched his hat. Another victory

How bittersweet, my dance with filth, my victory.
Oh how I love them! Oh how I LOATHE them!
They've got the look of mother in their eyes,
therefore they must be sinners.
But something in the way they sigh,
the quality of voice with which they plead

makes me falter still. Yet all whores will plead
when the price is high enough. And so, victory
is mine in every inch of those sighs,
those beloved gasps of air which only they-
the sinners who bleed dirty sin, sin, sin
can make. An eye for an eye;

I haven't got four pairs of eyes
to give. I wouldn't, anyhow. They plead
with me to stop my madness and repent my sins.
Can't they see I am? Each victory
brings me salvation. Only through them
can I find peace. And vanish in my sighs.

No mercy for pleas then. No mercy for them.
I shall cleanse the world of all their pretty sighs,
and rip out their sinful little eyes. My victory.
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