You created an institution of mistrust

You are our architect of ruin.
The love that we had had crumbled under your hand
The one wearing the watch of your time, and yours alone.
Your spying unrest,
Your deceit, your detest
Became the flavors of the day,
Every day
And everyday
That ordinary mistrust of your family.
And your world at large:
Everyone met with scrutiny: Enemy first, guest last, friend never.
Though now even the dumbest of friend of foe can see through your view
As if looking at you through glass
A you shown back onto you
And on and on, in repeated reality,
Enumerated to a diminutive figure of insignificance
That small, small you in the deepest depths of the mirror
To a point you are in fact to me now:
A meaningless speck of dust
Swept way in a chaotic, subatomic storm of other figures like you
In fact guys just like you, blown from stepladder pedestals
From a magnitude of their own making
Without your whipping horses
Your whip has dried up
Along with your rancor
With the image of a man you could never be
Your mock heretic rhetoric echoing off desolate planets,
Galaxies from earshot of the entire universe,
Your channel tuned in by no one,
All static,
Meaningless dust.
Though still your cruel heart pumps out every aching beat
As if longing for a love it can never feel.
The most painful sound I have ever heard.