I thought of a conspectus
To describe your behavior,
Your character, but still,
It's too easy!  You one-dimensional fiend!
You always seek to remind
Me of my mistakes, my altogether
Consistent, pessimistic mistakes;
And you ram the flesh
Down my own throat.
Is it not I who gives creedence
To my own arch-nemesis
Or the Creator, who sheds mercy,
Even on you, with His blood?
Can I not have the Spirit in peace?
Must I always attempt to abate you,
By catering the diabolical feast on my flesh?