Tell me, Canon, how many lakes of undigested bile have you dragged forth from young,self-conscious stomachs?

Tell me, Canon, how many million once-healthy teeth have you stained with caustic spew produced by your indigestible and intransigent dogma?

Tell me, Canon, how many lies have you forced from the mouths of innocents, so that they may protect what little sanity you have deigned to leave them with?

Tell me, Canon, how many times have you made blood drip as tears upon the faces of those innocents as they gaze, tortured,into mirrors, and, gravely misled by you, behold only 'bloated', 'ugly'forms therein?

Tell me, Canon, how many thousand blameless skeletons have you seen slip from your vice-like,tormenting hand into an oblivion in which, thankfully, you can touch them no more?

Tell me, Canon, for I and they demand to know, how many more would you see succumb to your malevolence and be drained of life for the sake of your deranged and hideous mind?

Tell me, Canon, when you demanded from billboard,magazine and screen that her hips be narrow and her waist narrower, did you pause, in your ignorance, to see how hard she has worked and continues to work to give herself a fulfilling, professional life?

Tell me, Canon, when you raged at her from spew-stained catwalk and demanded that her face be made-up to suit your wishes and not hers, did you pause, in your ignorance, to see, perchance, how those whom she loves and whom love her feel at ease when she is at their side and makes them safe from the malice of rotting 'powers'like you?

Tell me, Canon, when you told her that the shape and size of her breasts were not to your liking, did you pause, in your ignorance, to see how her partner's eyes shine when she is near and fill with joyful tears when she casts tender words upon a troubled brow?

Canon,I hate you,yet I know that when she and I and others die, we will, at least, have known the truth, however small, of those who stand and fall upon this spinning, bleeding rock. But you, o Canon, will perish amidst a fog of unreal dreams and will never, never see the light of truth, however pale its flickers.