Removal Of Doubt

What I saw in you,
I never took as untrue.
but that beauty hides horror's so well,
is the very intention of hell.
For all that lies within,
is the hate I revel in.
deceit must be pulled out by the roots buried deep,
and so blood the sockets did weep.
The feel of the fingers pressing ever further inside,
no longer was evil allowed to hide.
The price paid was indeed my own,
but never clearer have colors shown.
For now I judge not with sight and heart,
but instead I tear the soul apart.
For weak indeed is the soft man,
they are not allowed in these lands.
Lest they too pay the price,
and roll the dice.