preying on the innocent
a false predator
proclaiming to balance nature,
only to
blood drips on the cold cement floor
as you slice
Sickened souls cry out in horror
Caressed by the misery of
I am a vessel of wrath
I am an instrument to
Visions of apocalypse
Revealed for all to see
A warning of what
Nameless are the architects of our destruction
Fallen to the throne
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