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I have humbly beseeched
The foulest of powers
To arrange your demise.
Alas, you have eluded me
Until this very night
You blundered into my grasp
Drunk and reeking
And fit for the gift of revenge

Born for slaughter
I am devoid of empathy
You extend your hand and I will tear it from your skeleton

I burn with lust
All-consuming desire
To wear your skin as mine
And see through your dead sockets
Your futile pleas for mercy
Received by no open ears
Now echo in empty halls
Of silent eternity

Struggle at your restraints
They retain their tautness
Solemnly I produce
My humble flensing knife
With a surgeon’s grace
The blade slides under your skin
The dermal layer peels
Your husk is mine to own


Born for slaughter
I am devoid of empathy
You extend your hand and I will tear it from your skeleton

Behold the scourge of men
Behold the god of death
I have judged you unfit
For continued existence

My masterpiece is complete
Laboriously constructed
I have transformed myself
And walk like a lion among sheep

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