Spill the blood of innocents to get your way.
No pause will bring about decay.
For you are embodiment of entropy.
Wrapped in classic formulas of opening everybody.
A void in the wind.
Choice has been twinned…
Its why you dwell on the fringe.
Ready to strike like a snake.
Teeth on display.
Carve your spells into perfect runes.
Pull out bones when you don’t get your way.
Desecration built on your shoulders.
Blade in hand to gut fresh totality.