Surrounded by filth
Milking the life from my every pore
Visions of smoldering limbs
Bodies ground to gory wonderI smell their pain
And wield my torch again
Every ounce of hopeI drain from their tears
Mesmerized in bloody frenzy
I cleanse the world of worthless offal
Tenderly my tortures wax
Like the orb whose light I thrive beneath
A calendar of screamsI see the last of them succumb
The world’s final breathMy great work fulfilled
I wipe my brow and pierce the throat
Mighty father, I come to you

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