Lions' Den

Welcome to my hunger games

I built a pillar with deformed faces

Over against his city gate

I flayed all the insurgent chief men

So that mothers mourn

For their children

I covered the pillar with their skins

I roasted their Intestines for Pigs

Some I walled up within the pillar

And with his milled bones

I towed the cellar

From others I cut off their noses

Their eyes and ears

I jabbed their hearts with three spears

I made one pillar of the living

And another of heads

All the sadistic gods celebrated

War is what we preach

I bound their heads to trunks

Sorry loggers, I couldn’t shun it

I burned in the fire

The maidens' lewd relic

Twenty men I captured alive

And I immured them in his palace

The rest of men

The last and the first

I consumed with thirst

In the desert of the Euphrates

I spread their corpses

Around their gates

Kingdoms and beasts

Impaled upon the pillar on stakes

Severed limbs eaten by priests

Before they rest in the grave

Death sworn by the priest of war

Blood and wealth looters

I brought men

With hooks on their nose and lips

Taken as captives

I am the fearsome hunter

Seeking the Shamash-shum-ukin’s soldiers

Then your God’s seers

Open the book of saints

Nineveh’s aflame

Who can stand?

From some I cut off their hands

And their fingers

I gave their throats to my singers

Destructor or martyr

Destructors march

Destroy man

Destructor or martyr

Destructors march

Destroy men

Destructor or martyr

Destructors combat

Slaughtering men

Destructor or martyr

Destructor combat

Slaving men

There was no further distinction

Between the living and the dead

All covered under my compassion

Chosen for a profane blessing

Destructor or martyr

Attacking the Earth

Destroy man

Destructor or martyr

Attacking the Earth

Destroying men