oxymoron

And he called me his Snow last night...
His fallen princess- with my seven sins.
the heart of his innocent soul being the apple that I juiced with my tongue...

My lust being the excessive feeling I needed to fuel my desires...
wrath being the inordinate anger I felt within from those I've hurt...

  Mandatory community service doesn't make sense to me.  Sure, I'm all for community service in general, but isn't 'mandatory community service' a bit of an oxymoron?