Murw

Herein Lies My Sense of Justice

Murw


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