[b][u]Accuser[/u][/b]

I have spent the day weighing
Your woefully inadequate soul
Look how the scale tips against you
All you could manage was thus?
You dare think this is acceptable?
Who deluded you?
Who filled your head with thoughts of
Succeeding on half measures?
You cannot even rest on your laurels
When you haven't enough leaves
To weave your honored headdress
Finished?
This is the fullness of your work?
So many hours have you toiled
And all you could produce was
Failed attempts and "maybe next time"s?
Wishes and hopes that Fate would be so kind
As to offer an undeserving wretch such as you
A second try costs more than the effort you have submitted
Where are your tears?
Where is your sweat?
You have not bled enough to earn
Pity or favor
Try, try again then!
You have yet to notice my hand on the scale
Pulling it deeper
Raising the price higher
Than what you are capable of paying