A Reverent Stillness

Lo, though by your hand was the first wound dealt,

By mine shall this torment be brought to an end

Recreant savage, I quiver with anticipation

As our reunion draws near

I have relinquished everything

To bring us to this sublime moment

There can be no absolution, no forgiveness

For the vile deeds wrought by our hands

Witness the ineffable fulcrum

On which our destinies swing.

I will have blood

My crusade is not one of selflessness,

But pure rage and indignation.

I know that my quest for vengeance shall not bring me peace,

Though it will bring me joy

To know that you who has wronged me now suffers more than I

You malignant cancer, did you think I would falter after coming so far

Will you beg the same as your brothers

Sniveling cowards, choked by remorse

Or are you so blinded by your twisted altruism

A reverent stillness envelopes us all

I wonder, what will remain

Once the dust has settled and blood has dried

As the final breath escapes your putrid lips

Though I must forever walk amongst the shadows

Your pestilence shall no longer poison this world

We are corrupt

Hate me honestly

Do not deny your unbridled disdain

Hate me honestly

As you violently flail in your final throes

I remain resolute in my viciousness

Lo, though by your hand was the first wound inextricably dealt,

By mine shall this torment be brought to its climactic end