The daily parade of naked skeletons are marching by me again,
They take off their wedding rings before their cleansing can begin.


All I had to do was close the door behind them,
and afterwards, I would look in to find a pyramid erected in my honour.

I could hear screams as the gas would fill the chamber,
and people bit and clawed at one another in panic.
As the weak gave in and lay down,
The others would climb on top of them in an instinctual attempt to get at the last of the clean air so that they may live just a little bit longer.
The strongest ones would be at the top of the pyramid.

What have I done?


The greatest of horrors brought upon the people of this land,
All happened under my command.