Well done, Integrity.

[joel]

Well done, Integrity.
You maintained you perfectly
alien from memory
distorted deep in deepest me.

Damn fine, Integrity—
just the way you said you’d be:
proof-of-purchase guarantee
of truth above love charity.

Thank you, Integrity,
for your lesson cruelty.
Teacher, teach me honest see
what you I love need not love me.

Go on, Integrity;
get your hell away from me.
Full of truth, ungracefully
remind me love is never free.

[mnaz]

Nice flow. And the first stanza reminds me of my longstanding confusion and conviction on the subject, often in nearly the same waking moment.

Me? I always thought of integrity as moving in a direction
somewhat opposite hell, and not disassociated from love charity, but perhaps I misunderstand your meaning here, in this context.