Chariots ride above fiery craters
Uncertain, a mist appears ahead
Solvent and simple
The figure approaches
Stench of the dead
Stings my nostrils, the sulky
Figure whispers to me
Ultimate sacrifice or be condemned
I raise to my knees
Cutting his work in two
Life and death so simply put...
I wrap my hands around his cold shape,
I wrap my fucking hands
Screaming till my lungs bleed,
I clench.
Screaming till my lungs bleed,
I end this
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