Care for a ride in Hell?

You can sit in that pitiful throne of yours. With all those creases and shadows lining your face, the contours of it that makes you look so wise, you can stare at me, but it want effect me. Neither am I susceptible to the ideas that gaze brings forward, nor will I accept those ghastly actions you hint. You may brood and connive of ways to get me into your clutches. However you can and will be proved unsuccessful. You could arrogantly go on thinking that I am a mere doll that is for you to persistently play with, but it will not last so. It is not so majestic to me, when I picture your face greedily drooling at the sight of your prey. The serene beauty you wrap around yourself and use as a cloak from notorious comments will wear out and lose its ability to protect. What will you do then? Use that smooth slick talk to slide through the grease? And then what?

Epilogue

Coming out of the hole....
Sees all the things left unappreciated.....
Thinks of how foolish the acts have been....
Figures it's better off this way.....
Punished for sins that weren't committed.....
Picks up the fallen pieces.....
Walks away......
Wishes for wishes to come true.....