Bitter Enforcer of Broken Logic

Such depravity doth rally thine soul. 

Once built to hope unending

thou now breaks all whims and joys

to shattered breaths of weakness. 

When first the iron rung did sing of emancipation

in thine deception thou hath proved an ill friend

and a bitter requisite against all mornings glory.

Thou two faced badger, 

thou seeks that all mine strength fall to despair.

All mine muscles flexed in light refrain

yet thou hast deceived me of thine mechanics.

One face thou showst to be bright and cheery

just to eat all breath from my lungs

with the other face grimacing in glee. 

How, in guarding such portal, 

can thou have two such loves?

I am weary of being the first to traipse through 

any path that thou may guard 

for thou doth exaggerate all mine weakness before mine kin. 

Many of thine brethren seek me no harm

but thou, Bitter Enforcer of Broken Logic,

are and shall always be mine bane;

Stupid pull handles on push doors.