Carried down yet another ghostly road

Of a life already lived and faded
Passing yet another broken man
His life in burning iron ruins

His void is the thoughtless wake of others

A damaged eye, bleeding black and blurred

As quick as it came
The face is gone
Three more in its place
A war is on

The other rises
shining in his violence
His annihilation is my aim
No blood is spilled
Only smiles from his lips

Twist his arm 
Bend them back, tie his legs in knots
Bones should break, instead they bend
To north, to south, to east and west

Crush by my will
Our war has bound him down
In shackles of skin and bone
“Beat him, bind him, fill his veins with the tranquil lead of night”


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