Fury holds their reigns

Knuckles white

Biting leather

Cracking

Burning

Bleeding

Whip.

Hate built their chariot

Obsidian melted

Forged and fractured

Brighter

Brighter

Brighter

Seering painful

Cold.

Loss broke them

In

Noone

Everyone

There and

Then

Gone

Snatched

Taken

Taken by winds

Wolves

Monsters

Such terrible

Monsters.

Pain fed them

Blood

Blood and

Bruises

Bone

Bone and

Tears.

And so full are they

So very

Very

Full.

Full of all those

Wicked

Wicked things.

Boiling

Burbling

Spitting

With all those

Terrible

Terrible things.

Ready

Stomping

Huffing

Calling

Again and

Again.

Oh, let us

We’re ready

So ready, so very ready to reap

What you’ve sown

What you’ve grown

We’ll show you

The fury

The hate

The loss

The pain

That you wicked, terrible things have

Shown

Us

Oh, we’re ready

So very, very ready

To teach you.

Those ****** souls.