Herein Lies My Sense of Justice

Festering piles of corpses

smouldering carnage

skulls, bones and human grease

the sole artefacts

the soil awash with blood

rivers run red and carry so many bodies to the shore

in adoration of war and slaughter

to exalt your death

you will die

and the aftermath surely consists

of pestilent disease and deafening cries of pain

yes the aftermath surely consists of debris

to exalt your death preferably in enormous amounts

in adoration of war and slaughter i'm holding on

for herein lies my sense of justice

these are unctuous thoughts to me cause then

and only then

i'll have revenge