Hypocrisy!

O, thou, wretched thing!
When thou shot your fancy arrow,
At my tender Achilles' heel,
Foregoing thy bloody vow,
And letting me disgracefully keel,
Committing the most brutish sin,
The mankind could never condone,
That of killing one's own kin,
For the elusive, yet insignificant throne!
Thou preach pretty Sermons now,
O my wretched thing,
Hast thou no conscious,
Of thy fatal weaknesses,
That thou nurture under thy wing?
Hast not thy fire-spewing dart,
Boomeranged to hit the innermost
Bull's eye of thy unyielding heart?