The blood on my hands holds no shame
The more I **** the higher my fame
A god of war I claim my throne
For all my sins I could never atone
The righteous I trample under my feet
They are full of lies and deciet
My crimes I wear proudly on my sleeve
I have no reason to decieve
I hold the keys to eternal judgement
I mead out the rewards and punishment
There is blackness on every soul
Life on earth has taken it's toll
If i could I'd wipe every slate clean
But that is well beyond my means
The system is set, the rules in stone
As is the marrow to the bone
You think me evil, you think me cruel
Remember I'm not the One who made the rules
The scales I hold are balanced and true
As long as you have paid your due
You see no one enters for free
This is just the way it has to be
So toil your lives away in the field
And hope you bring in a high enough yield
Me I'd rather weild my sword
And claim I **** for the Lord

The pool glistened
in wet moonlight,
wearing a  haze
like in an ***** eater's vision.
the deep blue waters
that lay still
has something to tell
one would think,
he was glad to see
such clear water,
that reminded him
something vague

"Answer my questions"
from the pool intoned a voice
"before stepping in to this water,
your ablution can wait a bit,
would you like to taste
this water, and find out
its origin, if you could, then step in"
"Why not" he replied with confidence,
"I am enamored by this sight,
such loveliness makes one
forget pain of every kind
now, let me know it a little better"
when his tongue touched
the water just once, a flash
struck,  remembrance came
rushing towards him like
the curse of  tsunami waves,

her pearly tears it were,  collected
on its own, for many years.
he sat by the pool, guilt ridden
torn apart by grief, cruel vultures,
till the moment his eyes fully dried,
he was let out from the house of pain.