Set fire to his soul
make sure he’s getting old
the cold mortality
of living with one’s deeds
never speak again
we’ve taken both his lips
leave the eyes alone
we’ll take his ears and nose
he’ll scream before he goes
reality setting in
he’ll never breathe again

End to divinity

Stab the sinner
through the chest
make sure that he
won’t forget
the horror of
what he has done
then make sure
you stab yourself
in the lungs
breathe out perfection
divinity undone