This is my monument
My body of work
My Legacy
You are the fleshy materials through which my design is fulfilled
Your bones are the structures upon which my palace resides
Your hearts are pulverized into crimson paste
The walls are smeared in this grotesque essence
The ceiling drips with remnants of your soul
Feel the foundations shake and the rafters shudder
They tremble with the radiance of my power, of my sheer magnitude
I am the architect of demise
The carpenter of unequivocal destruction
I bathe in blood and mark my creations similarly
There is no escape from the Pandora’s Box that is my psyche
I will transform and transcend this world from its shriveled forerunners
Bricks of sinew are lain-held together by tendon
They reflect the solidity of my resolve
They are reminders of my Legacy
For after all
Genocide is my Magnum Opus