the killer awoke before dawn
he put his boots on
and then he WALKED ON DOWN THE HALL...
"they've come to kill us!" in darkness vowed
bleeding from enemies never seen
imperfect beast in perfect world
wells of rage drink fire from his lips
he recites an ancient poem as the clip locks clean
bony finger points of death upon the road
as children of the scorned look away
nostrils flare in dreaming vengeance
the deliverer has come to deal
refusing his own plea
abel's scream still rings his ears
times who pray to cold chambered lead
"forgive my trespasses...
"...as i forgive not who trespass against me"
dead artist wreaks his splattered canvas
in blood of leprous paint
spewing metal's mercy
innocent witness sun
a child of the lizard land
descendant of eternal battles
lost in hallowed holocausts
guided blind hounds of war
miasmic mist chains his words
"who can love the lizard king?
"i can't do anything"
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