Justification.

Behind your facade hides an indomitable lust for power and tyranny taking advantage of your pendencies. Fear is the doom, doom of us all. Instead of exterminating the weed we allow it to overgrow our function. All means are justified for the glory of our gods. Hang this heretic who's indulged in unchaste thoughts, silence him such as the laws of the vellums prescribe. Pusillanimous massacres the order of the day, all for the glory of our gods. Justification is our confession, the only way to keep our consciousness clean.