thy faith, thy oblivion
infant annihilator
from the podium to the pit
gaze cast toward my broken sons birthed
i smirk as i stare at the worst of the cursed
descendants of rage struck with fear and disease
the children are cattle to use as i please
of violent rape and savagery
i lay on the floor with half-dead whores
humming the ballad of their fallen mothers
each stroke stokes the flames of completion