Vengeance Mine

I see them
Un-men
I would make them
Un-dead
If they do not scream
One dies
Fear not
They will scream
For with brute strength
I shall wrench their members free
Leaving a blood maw in their groins
They shall sup of each other's flesh
As I affix strap- ons to each
Of cold wrought iron are they fashioned
Sharpened
Burred
And they will fuck
Tearing and ripping each other's flesh
As one nears death
He shall be rested
Nursed back to health
Or at least a semblance of it
When he goes insane
I shall feed him to the others
When we are down to one
I shall pack his remnants
A piece with each videodisc
They shall be distributed
As a warning
Don't fuck with those I love
For I will not get angry
I will not be violent
I will be disappointed
And take the time to prepare

© 2005, Mosquitobyte